Got me feelin' like I'm nine, nine, nine Got me, man, feelin' like nah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Runnin' this house like I got a pistol Yeah, put that bitch to his mouth, yeah a missle
I ain't gon' f*ck with that bitch, y'all miss her But lately feel like I been on my own, yeah, pistol
Smack a f*ck, nigga, ayy, act down You gon' act down, huh
Cause you act like you the only one there She loves you, she loves you
But you don't wanna share her She act out, and you act out
You don't wanna share her You act out, and he act out
Cause you don't wanna share a pistol in the air
Pistol in the air, I'm like tsunami, f*ck it up I got a chopper, hit him in the back, yeah, f*ck him up
I'm like, brr, brr, brr, that's a stick, tear it up Feel like Rex on the beat, but you know I'm turnt up
Double cup, ayy, purple in that bitch, I can't put down the cup, ayy
Feel like Dave Blunts, but I'm in my feels, ayy She said she would love me, and that's a lie, ayy
Act down, you gon' act down Cause you act like you the only one there
She loves you, she loves you But you don't wanna share her
She act out, and you act out You don't wanna share her
You act out, and he act out Cause you don't wanna share a pistol in the air
She act like flamingo, told her, hit it, bingo You gon' hit him in the chopper, hit it, sprinkle, ow
I told you what it is, ayy It'll sprinkle loud in the air, ayy
Ayy, f*ck him, feel like Juice WRLD Feel like f*ck him, ayy, feel like tear it up
I said, hold up, on the run to success, ayy You try to knock me off, I'll tell you like an essay
I'm going far, ayy, ayy F*ck wrong with these niggas, hold on choppa it
It got hella, extension in it You f*ck niggas acting like a bitch, well, let's spin it
Let's get a bunch of Glocks, man, yeah, I'm with it
Act down, you gon' act down Cause you act like you the only one there
She loves you, she loves you But you don't wanna share her
She act out, and you act out You don't wanna share air
You act out, and he act out Cause you don't wanna share a pistol in the air
Yeah, and it's Mr. EZ Wider W-E-E-D Radio, baby
And you know, some days it get real cold Some days it's even easier
Yeah, get your backwoods, baby Cause we going for a bigger flight this time
Yeah, yeah, and we back, baby
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Got me feelin' like I'm nine, nine, nine Got me, man, feelin' like nah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Runnin' this house like I got a pistol Yeah, put that bitch to his mouth, yeah a missle
I ain't gon' f*ck with that bitch, y'all miss her But lately feel like I been on my own, yeah, pistol
Smack a f*ck, nigga, ayy, act down You gon' act down, huh
Cause you act like you the only one there She loves you, she loves you
But you don't wanna share her She act out, and you act out
You don't wanna share her You act out, and he act out
Cause you don't wanna share a pistol in the air
Pistol in the air, I'm like tsunami, f*ck it up I got a chopper, hit him in the back, yeah, f*ck him up
I'm like, brr, brr, brr, that's a stick, tear it up Feel like Rex on the beat, but you know I'm turnt up
Double cup, ayy, purple in that bitch, I can't put down the cup, ayy
Feel like Dave Blunts, but I'm in my feels, ayy She said she would love me, and that's a lie, ayy
Act down, you gon' act down Cause you act like you the only one there
She loves you, she loves you But you don't wanna share her
She act out, and you act out You don't wanna share her
You act out, and he act out Cause you don't wanna share a pistol in the air
She act like flamingo, told her, hit it, bingo You gon' hit him in the chopper, hit it, sprinkle, ow
I told you what it is, ayy It'll sprinkle loud in the air, ayy
Ayy, f*ck him, feel like Juice WRLD Feel like f*ck him, ayy, feel like tear it up
I said, hold up, on the run to success, ayy You try to knock me off, I'll tell you like an essay
I'm going far, ayy, ayy F*ck wrong with these niggas, hold on choppa it
It got hella, extension in it You f*ck niggas acting like a bitch, well, let's spin it
Let's get a bunch of Glocks, man, yeah, I'm with it
Act down, you gon' act down Cause you act like you the only one there
She loves you, she loves you But you don't wanna share her
She act out, and you act out You don't wanna share air
You act out, and he act out Cause you don't wanna share a pistol in the air
Yeah, and it's Mr. EZ Wider W-E-E-D Radio, baby
And you know, some days it get real cold Some days it's even easier
Yeah, get your backwoods, baby Cause we going for a bigger flight this time
Yeah, yeah, and we back, baby
Runnin' this house like I got a pistol Yeah, put that bitch to his mouth, yeah a missle
I ain't gon' f*ck with that bitch, y'all miss her But lately feel like I been on my own, yeah, pistol
Smack a f*ck, nigga, ayy, act down You gon' act down, huh
Cause you act like you the only one there She loves you, she loves you
But you don't wanna share her She act out, and you act out
You don't wanna share her You act out, and he act out
Cause you don't wanna share a pistol in the air
Pistol in the air, I'm like tsunami, f*ck it up I got a chopper, hit him in the back, yeah, f*ck him up
I'm like, brr, brr, brr, that's a stick, tear it up Feel like Rex on the beat, but you know I'm turnt up
Double cup, ayy, purple in that bitch, I can't put down the cup, ayy
Feel like Dave Blunts, but I'm in my feels, ayy She said she would love me, and that's a lie, ayy
Act down, you gon' act down Cause you act like you the only one there
She loves you, she loves you But you don't wanna share her
She act out, and you act out You don't wanna share her
You act out, and he act out Cause you don't wanna share a pistol in the air
She act like flamingo, told her, hit it, bingo You gon' hit him in the chopper, hit it, sprinkle, ow
I told you what it is, ayy It'll sprinkle loud in the air, ayy
Ayy, f*ck him, feel like Juice WRLD Feel like f*ck him, ayy, feel like tear it up
I said, hold up, on the run to success, ayy You try to knock me off, I'll tell you like an essay
I'm going far, ayy, ayy F*ck wrong with these niggas, hold on choppa it
It got hella, extension in it You f*ck niggas acting like a bitch, well, let's spin it
Let's get a bunch of Glocks, man, yeah, I'm with it
Act down, you gon' act down Cause you act like you the only one there
She loves you, she loves you But you don't wanna share her
She act out, and you act out You don't wanna share air
You act out, and he act out Cause you don't wanna share a pistol in the air
Yeah, and it's Mr. EZ Wider W-E-E-D Radio, baby
And you know, some days it get real cold Some days it's even easier
Yeah, get your backwoods, baby Cause we going for a bigger flight this time
Yeah, yeah, and we back, baby
Writer: Alvino Rogers Allen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid