Act Different

[Intro]
Yeah
RTB, bitch, gang
Yeah
Ayy

[Verse]
Thirty-thousand-dollar Gucci bag, I put racks in 'em
My niggas on the PJ with me and they got them straps with 'em
Ksubi jeans, Amiri jacket, I don't even match denim (Nope)
Once she start to focus on my pape', I can't get back with her (No cap)
Bitch, yeah, I start to act different (Hmm?)
I be tryna switch to the Wock', but the Act' different (Yeah)
Told her that I'm tryna make a movie, but don't act different (Hmm?)
F&N hit your homie, heard his ass was backflippin'
Let y'all play the game for a while, now y'all back glitchin' (Yeah)
Had to tell my nigga no more Perkies 'cause he back itchin'
Traphouse on the block, we strapped, nigga, so they scared to loot it
I love hearing that clip slap in my Glock, that shit therapeutic (No cap, nigga)
My nigga got a dirty heat, boy, he ain't scared to use it (Yeah)
Brodie keep on smoking on the opps, I told him make some music (Man, chill out)
Fuck the city up when I ride in a Wraith through it (Yeah)
Y'all gon' want an encore with this shit, we had straight Buicks
Double R's and Lam' trucks, lil' nigga, get your bands up
Talking on the 'net the same shit that got your mans bust (No cap)
I been having hoes since Drake and Lil Wayne made "Ransom" (No cap)
I'm tappin' in with my side bitch, turned her ass to a dancer (Huh?)
Same bitch you triple textin' and still can't get an answer (What?)
30K on her Gucci bag, I still told her I can't stand her (No cap, nigga)

[Outro]
RTB, bitch
Yeah