Dawson Bailey - Acting Up Lyrics

I know like way too many niggas tryna act up
Think you know me homie better get ya facts up
F*ckin' round with DBM u might get slapped up
Couldn't chat up with the boy u tryna act tough

Too many bitches in here man this shit been getting strange
They shootin' shots but i swear they couldn't hit the range
You sellin' lala are you even in the f*ckin' game
They trynna ring me on the phone don't even know the name

Man you don't own its a lease driving' in the rental
I put Kardashian on the track so now i need a Kendall
Somebody keepin me so sane i need to hit a temple
So if we cookin up so beef it's something i can't settle

Staying home on sundays swear i think i'm losing faith
And my doors open weird like i push the wraith
Got me skywalkin so i had to cop an eighth
Eye contact ben franklin money in my face

Harvey cedars surfin i've been on a wave now
Dont need to chop it up but my niggas will break down
I needed peace for myself hop on the greyhound
Then i'm back to my home dont need a take down

Shawty made me turn my head i might got whiplash
Just hit the afterparty man i had to dip fast
I text her back i said i'll be there in a quick flash
But that chick ain't know that i just hit the quick dash

Make it happen 2019 man believe it
Gave it to my dawgs just so they could leave it
Only yachts the way i'm gliding don't get seasick
Only 2 blocks down from msg arena

And i need a thick bitch just like serena
F*ck em all diles que tue eres mia
Swear to god man i'll send em out venus
You get crushed told that nigga i would see ya

Whoever knew me had to know that i was chosen
Told my momma that i'd get rid of the smokin'
You can tell that right now i've been in my moment
And i just checked my PNC i'm making token

Man the studio my home that's my sanction
Out in Malibu but i don't really drank rum
Get the choppa loaded up its like a tank gun
Called the dawgs and they out just hit a bank run

March 2019 gon be some madness
Man I'm scouting all u niggas like some talent
Put his head on the cover like its madden
And i can't get rid of shawty like a habit

And i got love for the fame man i got passion
And they know me down in Philly like i'm Allen
At the party with a chick her name was jasmine
Or it was something just like that man she was latin

Took a trips to Turks and Caicos or Jamaica
Next day man my niggas wouldn't wake up
Virginia blacked out we was on the same stuff
It's like we just dropped 20 out in Vegas