acting up!

[Intro]
(W4ddles, you genius!)
(You're- you're-)
(You're listening to hit-club music!)

[Chorus]
Money counting in my pockets, I might rack it up
They- they keep saying, “Sora stop the singing, you don't rap enough”
This .223 gon roll em in a spliff, I might go pack him up
Shawty on my body, do too much, she got me actin' up
Like why would I talk dollars with you clowns if shit ain't adding up
Ni- ni- nigga think he better than ya boy, I gotta laugh it up (yeah)
Ran off with his bitch, I know that bum nigga is mad as fuck
Now this .45 got a switch, I might just turn around and clap him up

[Verse]
Show a nigga what the tech do
Got his bitch hitting my phone, tryna show me what the neck do
Rookie feeling like a vet, when I come around you better be respectful
Shawty bad, double D’s, chilling on my block, show me what her chest do
Uh, she doin sum wit her chest, AR-15 hit him through his vest
Yea I said it once, I’m saying it again, "Sora still a rookie moving like a vet"
Origami, fold him, leave a nigga bent
See I’m doing better, now a nigga pressed
In ya head rent free, Professor X
Clicking on ya circle like I'm pressing X
Now I got my ex pressed
She want beef she getting it express
Yea she mad I been fucking her best friend
Now she ad that I think of her less than
Couple tools on me, feel like I’m tenten

[Pre-Chorus]
Why do I hear all this talk?
Got a gun, you gon' up it or not?
Wrist heavy, I got me some rocks
All of that yap, nigga up you a chop
You ain't got money then why would I [?]

[Chorus]
Money counting in my pockets, I might rack it up
They- they keep saying, “Sora stop the singing, you don't rap enough”
This .223 gon roll em in a spliff, I might go pack him up
Shawty on my body, do too much, she got me actin' up
Like why would I talk dollars with you clowns if shit ain't adding up
Nigga think he better than ya boy, I gotta laugh it up
Ran off with his bitch, I know that bum nigga is mad as fuck
Now this .45 got a switch, I might just turn around and clap him up