Gucci Mane ft. T-Pain - Act Up Lyrics

See this right here, that real boss music, you know
I mean, you know you had a
You gotta turn up this shit a lil' louder, you feel me?
Gucci Mane, scream, scream

I ain't never won a Grammy, I ain't never been a nominee
Bees in my Hummer V, thirty 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'ma do what I'ma 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 twisting"

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'ma do what I'ma do, in my new Cadillac truck
What about you? But I ain't fucking 'round
Don't let 'em get you down

These niggas talkin' 'bout they givin' niggas the whole summer, right?
Hahahaha, it's all good my nigga
We playin' baseball 'round this muhfucka', man
Shouts out dog DJ Ace, nigga DJ Scream
We playin' cleanup nigga, take off