Actin Like This

[Intro]
Ay, work!
What's up boy?
What's happening nigga?
Ay, where all my niggas at?
Dirty game, mothafucka
Niggas out, we actin bad, nigga
Fully loaded thang!

[Verse 1: Hot]
The liquor has taken control of me
Every bitch I talk to go to me
My game this fluid like poetry
I'm muggin security and police
My youngin got a warrant and he carry in the clapper
If he pull it out partna, it's best for you to back up
My dirty gang act up, no respect for rappers
Car full of dreadheads, they lookin like rastas
Lil homie is a monsta, he just got out of Y.A
He know that I'm a general, he gon do what I say
This function is packed man, there's boppers in the building
Wall to wall, shoulder to shoulder, ass to the cеiling

[Hook]
They be acting like thеy ain't got sense
They be at the function acting like this
Acting like what?
Acting like this
Acting like what?
Acting like this
They be acting like they ain't got sense
They be at the function acting like this
Acting like what?
Acting like this
They...be on the floor, on the floor
They...be on the floor, on the floor
They...be on the floor, on the floor
They...be on the floor, on the floor

[Verse 2: Work Dirty]
East up fam, the young boy holding
I'm ready for war, I'm feeling like a Trojan
5G cash, heavy on the set
2 fists on the land down, nigga you Treach
You can't hear stuntin, might leave here with nothing
It's hyenas in here, and them lil niggas huggin
They know what to score for: a nigga with his chain down
And the southside smokin, listenin to D-Lo
Excuse my shawty, but damn you thick
I'm tryna give you somethin, what's that? Some dick
In the middle of the flo', gyeah, with my turf up
Stupid for The DB'z, bottle full of syrup

[Hook]
They be acting like they ain't got sense
They be at the function acting like this
Acting like what?
Acting like this
Acting like what?
Acting like this
They be acting like they ain't got sense
They be at the function acting like this
Acting like what?
Acting like this
They...be on the floor, on the floor
They...be on the floor, on the floor
They...be on the floor, on the floor
They...be on the floor, on the floor

[Verse 3: Turf Talk]
Promethazine to keep them purples in my styrofoam
Commit the murder every time I face the microphone
Spot a hater from a distance through my Jacobs shades
Old pussy ass nigga need a sex change
All I rap about is money cause I'm eager for it
Beat you in your ear until you tell me where the brokest store
I can't lie, got a liver taste so biz
But I'm still hungry like my ribs poking out my skin
Take alchohol, exhale weed smoke
Still serving fishscale: Nemo
I can feel the hatred in altitude
Big bills, no chains is my attitude

[Hook]
They be acting like they ain't got sense
They be at the function acting like this
Acting like what?
Acting like this
Acting like what?
Acting like this
They be acting like they ain't got sense
They be at the function acting like this
Acting like what?
Acting like this
They...be on the floor, on the floor
They...be on the floor, on the floor
They...be on the floor, on the floor
They...be on the floor, on the floor

[Instrumental]