Action

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, all you fuck niggas get out the way (That boy ain't on that, he really be acting)
(Can't wait 'til I catch one of you fuck niggas lacking) You already know what time it is, you already know how I'm coming
Big SCY shit
Think it's a movie, we bringing that action
Stick get to splitting these niggas like fractions
Ayy, yah, ayy, gang

[Chorus]
Think it's a movie, we bringing that action
I'm packing the Glock right inside of my jacket
That boy ain't on that, he really be acting
Can't wait 'til I catch one of you fuck niggas lacking
I'm getting money, no time for relaxing
I hit a bitch from the O with an accent
Fire on my waistline, this ain't for fashion
Stick get to splitting these niggas like fractions

[Verse 1]
Can't tell me shit, bitch, don't say a word
You wadn't standing with us on that curb
Straight gang shit, bitch, fuck what you heard
All of these guns, it look like we purge
No, we don't dance, but you can get served
My bud spent a rack, got his check on the third
Check out my stats, I'm the shit, no turd
Hit from the back, I'ma fuck up her words
Beat a nigga ass 'fore I go grab a stick
'Fore I chase a ho, I'ma go chase a lick
This past month, I done—whew—'bout a brick
Yeen my dawg if we beef 'bout a bitch
Don't go to singing when them crackers blitz
Just do your time, you ain't gotta snitch
Don't care where I go, we still with the shits
Ain't tucking my chain 'cause I'm not a lick (Swear to God)

[Chorus]
Think it's a movie, we bringing that action
I'm packing the Glock right inside of my jacket
That boy ain't on that, he really be acting
Can't wait 'til I catch one of you fuck niggas lacking
I'm getting money, no time for relaxing
I hit a bitch from the O with an accent
Fire on my waistline, this ain't for fashion
Stick get to splitting these niggas like fractions

[Verse 2]
Ran it up, I just want a fast car, Melo (Anthony, yeah), I know it won't be too long (Huh?)
Say something, your ass gon' get shot like Jell-O (Glaow, glaow, huh?), lil' boy, don't even move wrong (Yeah)
Still here with the same exact niggas I started with, nah, I'm lying, it's a few gone
Hit the bitch from the back with no shoes on, I know niggas who don't even use phones
I been running this shit up for days, I don't surf, shawty still tryna hop on my wave (Ugh, ugh)
I admit, I've been stuck in my ways, run it up, buy a house, fill that bitch up with 'K's
I'm 'bout my chips, no Lay's, all these racks off a phone, bitch, I been getting paid
For this shit, I was made, cut a nigga, we give him a fade (Damn, bitch)

[Chorus]
Think it's a movie, we bringing that action
I'm packing the Glock right inside of my jacket
That boy ain't on that, he really be acting
Can't wait 'til I catch one of you fuck niggas lacking
I'm getting money, no time for relaxing
I hit a bitch from the O with an accent
Fire on my waistline, this ain't for fashion
Stick get to splitting these niggas like fractions