Act Up - Gucci Mane, T-Pain

I mean you know you had a…

You gotta turn up this shit a lil louder, you feel me?

Gucci Mane

Scream!

I ain’t never want a Grammy, I ain’t never been a nominee

P’s in my Hummer V, 30 grand for one of these

I don’t like these pussy ass niggas just like Chief Keef

Bon appétit, when I eat, nigga feast feast

Bishop think, capish pish

Keep her on a short leash

Half people deceased

Cause they know they dead meat

Toes out, top off, grinding my freak G

You came to the game but you way in the cheap seat

I swear they don’t want me to succeed

But I’m not letting them leave until I stop em from breathing

I ain’t fucking 'round

Don’t let 'em get you down

Man, it will make a nigga really wanna act up

Cause I’m a do what I’m a do, in my new Cadillac truck

What about you?

But I ain’t fucking 'round

Don’t let 'em get you down

I got killers on my payroll, moving when I say so

These hoes don’t really love me, they just love I got a bank roll

My plug he just keep sending blow

He ain’t never said no

He mixing on the hat they broke

And I can’t understand folk

I’m talkin to you, pussy ass nigga — you’d better listen

Stepped, is that so hard?

With that pistol he paid attention

Jump out with them K’s, start hittin' cause they were snitchin

Tell the ambulance hey no need to rush cause shorty twistin'