defnotbio - actin lyrics
[intro]
wow, that’s truly fire
[chorus]
no joke we can get it crackin’, heat just like an oven
b+tch you know that i am packin’, you won’t ever catch me lackin’
stick just like a bat, i’ll swing that b+tch
and then i’ll whack him, put a lame up on the tv, like his name was—
no joke we can get it crackin’ (crackin’), heat just like an oven
b+tch you know that i am packin’ (uh+huh), you won’t ever catch me lackin’ (uh+uh)
stick just like a bat, i’ll swing that b+tch
and then i’ll whack him (brra), put a lame up on the tv like his name was
braxton (bow, bow), b+tch, i’ll shoot you like a movie if you wanna get to actin’
[verse]
if he run up, i’ma run him down, it ring like a bell, when you hear that sound
he gon’ gather rounds like a crowd, i’m gon’ put ‘еm in a box, and then underground
or maybe i should lеave him where he can’t be found
yeah, i shot your dog teach, that b+tch not to growl
i’m blowin’ like a ref’, called foul crossed that line
like he out of bounds, now he in the sky like some clouds
like a caption, shoulda watched what he said, now i’m locked at his top
like some dreads, i’m slidin’ just like a sled
like an afro big rounds at his head, then i peel off like i shed
go and find his friends, put that cap to their chest like the pledge
just so that way they don’t come for revenge
they gon’ take their last breath, then i’ll air ’em out, k!ll their family
if they scream and shout, they catchin’ bullets like randy moss with the route
now there’s blood on the couch, numbers in them
b+tches like accounts, yeah, i served ’em like an in+n+out
did ’em dirty like the south, got that person at his place
with that thing like a noun, then went to his b+tch’s house
she rode on top when i got below that b+tch like a brow
got all up in her mouth
i feel like a dentist
ate my sausage like breakfast
with that mouth she relentless
like a pyscho goin crazy with the mental
then i sent that b+tch back like a rental
she was steamin like a kettle
if she come back tryna meddle
blow b+tches brains with the metal
send that b+tch up like a shuttle
if i step
wet that b+tch up just like a puddle
i am too raw
i can put this mac down
he still dont wanna rumble
drop that b+tch just like a fumble
[chorus]
no joke we can get it crackin’ (crackin’), heat just like an oven
b+tch you know that i am packin’ (uh+huh), you won’t ever catch me lackin’ (uh+uh)
stick just like a bat, i’ll swing that b+tch
and then i’ll whack him (brra), put a lame up on the tv like his name was
braxton (bow, bow), b+tch, i’ll shoot you like a movie if you wanna get to actin’
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