Actin’ Out Songtext
von Steelo

Feel like y′all let the kraken out, I been acting out
Bitches see the roll on my wrist and fuck me with passion now
Ended up with her and her friends and don't even ask me how
A nigga got some doubts ′bout my steez then bitch you can ask around
G Wagon big as a bitch, it beep when I back it out
Used to wanna sing R&B and leave bitches passing out
They cashed him out, only a couple thou but I'm acting wild
Gucci shirt that tickle my nipples, we talking fashion now
Chill, but this a fashion house
Real niggas fill out my faction, now we can pack 'em out
Chill niggas, but if we triggered then we gon′ drag ′em out
I'm still litty, couple more shots and a nigga blacking out, chill

That′s why we different
Fully focused, pop me a addy, I can't be missing shit
Make sure these niggas ain′t telling, I might just switch the whip
Niggas on ridiculousness, I might extend the clip
Chill


Don't give a fuck ′bout how you feel
Take your dream girl and then I turn her to a meal
Look, she heard I'm finna sign a deal
Now she wanna make it real, but I tell her bitch chill

You ain't been nowhere
Girl you ain′t accustomed to customs, but that throat rare
Let her join the mile high club, she wanted more air
You be coming when you be going, so we go there
Chill, like my wrist do
Fugazi shit, tick tock, my Patek Swiss move
My neck shining hard as a bitch in a fully lit room
Don′t move keys unless I was getting a baby grand toon
Dubai shit, whipping ATV's through sand dunes
Connections shaky, we closing deals on a bad zoom
Direct deposit hit when I click, I need my cash soon
Hood bitch loyal to the crib, but that ass move real

But I still fuck a BBL
I don′t discriminate, if she thick I make her yell
You can tell by the wrist I'm doing well
She wanna make it real, but I tell her bitch chill


I′m the Fresh Prince mixed with Uncle Phil
Bel Air living, I might spend a hundred mil
No negotiations, tell me do we have a deal?
She wanna make it real, but I tell her bitch chill