Actin

[Intro]

Yeah, nigga

It's COB MBG shit, nigga

Going to squad with ten, nigga

Fuck around with you fuck boy, nigga, we been getting money, nigga

We been fuckin' your niggas hoes, nigga

Free my nigga FABO Gold, bitch

[Verse 1]

I'm ridin with my nine, don't give a fuck about the cops (Uh-uh)

Goon squad mafia we bustin' shots at the ops

I ain't talkin' LEGOs, but my niggas on the block

Catch us chillin' with some freaks, got 'em wetter than a mop (Than a mop)

Why you pullin' down your pants, hoe, I only want the top (Top)

I ain't got time for no love, bitch we steady stackin' guap (Skrrt)

And we ain't with the arguing, we let that pistol talk (Man down)

If I want it then I get it, don't give a fuck about the cost (Nah)

Free FABO Gold (Free FABO Gold, bitch),yeah bitch, you know the score (Y'all know what this is)

It's goon squad or none (Goon squad mafia, nigga), it's time to let these bitches know (Yeah)

Stairwеlls rolled up, yeah, we smokin' strong dopе (That loud)

Choppa like a cigarette (Brrt, brrt, brrt), nigga, you can't smoke (Brrt, brrt, brrt)

[Chorus]

He ain't about that life, so I don't know why he actin' (Why?)

He not bout that life, man, catch his ass in traffic (Skrrt)

Bitch you know we ball but we ain't using baskets (Nah)

That burner'll lay you down, now your ass in the casket (Man down)

Too many racks in my pants, got a nigga saggin'

Shootin' at that nigga, have him hoppin' like a rabbit (Ha)

Got bullets for free, young nigga, you can have it (You can have it if you want it)

All I known is money, got more green than a salad

[Verse 2]

Black bandana 'round his face, 'cause the young nigga savage (Savage)

The fuck you smoking on, nigga? That shit is some bad bitch (Get the fuck outta here)

Ain't shit for free, young nigga, you know I'm taxin'

The whole team cold, nigga, like we was Alaskans

I come search with clappin' (Man down)

She ate the dick one time, now she askin' for seconds

In the club eighthundred deep, and we straight wrecked it (Mafia shit, nigga)

Ridin' in the backseat gettin' head while I'm textin' (I'm loud)

In the kitchen for some hours, working like a Mexican (Skrrt)

I don't fuck with Levi's, bitch, I'm True Religion flexin'

All my niggas hood, so you better have protection

Ridin' with them nines, and like speakers we blastin' (Kablow)

And your gal a freak, I'm on her lips, on some chapstick

[Chorus]

He ain't about that life, so I don't know why he actin' (Why?)

He not bout that life, man, catch his ass in traffic (Skrrt)

Bitch you know we ball but we ain't using baskets (Nah)

That burner'll lay you down, now your ass in the casket

Too many racks in my pants, got a nigga saggin' (Ha)

Shootin' at that nigga, have him hoppin' like a rabbit

Got bullets for free, young nigga, you cam have it (Kablow)

All I known is money, got more green than a salad