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LYRICFLUENTActing Bad Lyrics by Icewear Vezzo Icewear Vezzo
Below, you will find the lyrics for Acting Bad by Icewear Vezzo.
Ain't no way around it
If you can look at a crew and you know
Who the boss is without
Looking, then you got
You got the wrong boss
You got the wrong boss
Yeah, he ain't thinking right
He ain't moving y'all right
When you look at me and my
Homies, you don't know who, who doing what
Right when me and my, me and my homies go to
The strip club and we run up a tab
They don't know who to give the bill to
That's a fact (Damn, Machu
Why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Let's reminisce
'Member all the times
We was cuttin' shit to send it out of town
Spot hot, gotta get it off the 'Hound
real street nigga
hold it up, a hundred thousand on
This crown (Hundred thousand on the crown
Y'all remember?)
Reminiscin' 'bout the bad days
I was down on my ass until that bag came
Thirty-thousand dollar plays, now we mad paid
Used to get it off the road
Now this Rollie fully blown like it had AIDS
Gettin' money, nigga, throw that shit
bitches know who really up
These niggas know who's lit
Ain't only rich on Instagram
We got ownership
Type of bag get a nigga and his brodie hit
two forty on the wrist
Count a million up with Ki when
We was on the boat
Offset Forgiats, put them bitches
On a Cullinan, then she wanted Ghost
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid
I put F's on everything, I got bad grades
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid
I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved
Million dollars cash, yeah, I stack different
look like you got some money now
That's why you act different
Plus I live the shit I rap, yeah
My facts different
We just motivatin'
Bring them toys out
You sellin' fetty in the hood
You know them boys on us
Made so much money in the O
They wanna boycott us
Five thousand every fit, bitch
I'm my own stylist
Realest niggas in this shit, yeah
We the last breed
I'm sellin' beans in the lake just like
Watch so motherfuckin' froze, bitch
I can't see
Niggas plottin' every day
So I can keep it on me
Baby fin on my waist
Look like a beeper on me
Fuckin' with that blood raw
Now I got Jeezy money
Nigga playin' with that pape'
Put the reaper on him
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid
I put F's on everything, I got bad grades
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid
I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved
you know what I'm sayin'?
You would never, yeah and, and
We got homies that ain't got nothing
But it don't look good
If I got five chains on, my
Homeboy got five chains on
Everybody jeweled up
One of the homies, he, he
Ain't got no jewelry on
Everybody pass him a chain
Everybody give him a hundred dollars
It's ten of us, he got a thousand dollars to
Go to the club with
And he ain't gon' play nothin'
So now he might lose some
Of his thousand dollars
He got kids, five hundred go to them
He just got blessed just comin' to the club
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