Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Acting Weird , by - Kodak Black. Release date: 13.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Acting Weird |
| I fell in love with my bih from the field, baby |
| Said she from Miami, from the crib, baby |
| Yeah, when the link up and they ask me questions |
| You ever killed somebody before? |
| (hahaha) |
| I don’t play like that, you talkin' weird, baby |
| Everybody 'round me actin' weird, baby |
| I just want for you to keep it real, baby |
| I ain’t let them know I had a mil, you crazy |
| Dressin' like I’m poor, I’m rockin' Timbs on the daily |
| All the record labels know the deals that I’m makin' |
| Coulda bought a Wraith, I bought a silver Mercedes |
| My head on a swivel, but your brain on the pavement |
| Remember hittin' licks and how I never feed these babies |
| Talkin' to myself 'cause I understand what I’m sayin' |
| You ain’t finna trip me out my mind, no more, Satan |
| You the reason that I’m Sniper Gang, and I’m shady |
| Walk up in the studio, bitch recordin' 'cause I’m ready |
| My bitch, she Dominican Republic, but I’m Haitian |
| I ain’t quit the shufflin' in my feet, now I’m patient |
| Momma, look at me, mom, look at me, I been changin' |
| HBK, heartbreak kid, Heart Break Kodak |
| Remember when I laid there on the counter, seen you naked |
| Remember when I loved you, now I don’t care who see you naked now |
| Remember when I loved you, now I don’t care who see you naked |
| I came from the projects, Section 8, now I made it |
| Shit ain’t never been the same, I wished I wasn’t famous |
| But, Kodak, don’t you give up, don’t you quit like that lame did |
| Don’t quit like them lames did |
| Kodak, don’t you give up, don’t you quit like that wanksta |
| Kodak, you better not go out like no lame 'cause you a gangster |
| Everybody actin' like some hoes all a sudden |
| Momma called me a dog, but I ain’t no hoe 'cause I ain’t buggin' |
| In the field chasin' all my goals, I ain’t puntin' |
| OG Kush got me with a odor, got me musky |
| Promise everybody 'round me known me since a youngin' |
| I be with my niggas they my brothers and my cousins |
| She so goddamn freaky stuck a bean in her booty hole |
| Money got me drunk, it got me peein' in the studio |
| Sometimes I don’t know if I be goin' or I be comin' |
| Crack a nigga head like Humpty Dumpty |
| Everybody been actin' weird lately |
| I just want for you to keep it real, baby |
| I been had a couple mil, I ain’t never say shit |
| I ain’t never say shit |
| I’m codeine dreamin' in a spaceship |
| All the pain motivatin' me to stay real |
| Sound like a vulture cryin' in the glacier |
| I’m hotheaded but my chain is |
| I’m workin' like a slave still |
| And I don’t need a Perky for the pain pill |
| I was sixteen with permanent gold teeth |
| Snatched 'em out and put diamonds in it |
| Y’all got the same grill |
| Everybody fuckin' everybody, we got the same girl |
| And I be walkin' 'round here like this my dang world |
| And I be walkin' 'round here like this my dang planet |
| Think about my family, had to pop a Xanny |
| Aye, I’m drinkin' liquor, tried to swallow my pride |
| I hope my son ain’t gotta live like I |
| Mm mm, mm mm |
| Drinkin' tequila, smokin' sativa |
| I done made it out the rain, I ain’t call FEMA |
| My baby momma in a Range, took her out the Beam |
| Ain’t never showed no love to me on Valen-Day-Tine |
| I send words out through the grapevine |
| Made it out the jungle like I’m godsend |
| Swing with that vine like I’m Tarzan |
| I pop a nigga top, don’t get your block spint |
| I ain’t goin' out where I be god damnin' |
| I ain’t do the jigga, I’m consumin' liquor |
| My wrist frame Muller |
| I don’t do |
| Fuck a Bentley truck, smile with the Glizzy tucked |
| In a pickup truck, now I’m smokin' |