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act different - rtb mb lyrics

act different lyrics
[intro]
yeah
rtb, b*tch, gang
yeah
ayy

[verse]
thirty*thousand*dollar gucci bag, i put racks in ’em
my n*ggas on the pj with me and they got them straps with ’em
ksubi jeans, amiri jacket, i don’t even match denim (nope)
once she start to focus on my pape’, i can’t get back with her (no cap)
b*tch, yeah, i start to act different (hmm?)
i be tryna switch to the wock’, but the act’ different (yeah)
told her that i’m tryna make a movie, but don’t act different (hmm?)
f&n hit your homie, heard his ass was backflippin’
let y’all play the game for a while, now y’all back glitchin’ (yeah)
had to tell my n*gga no more perkies ’cause he back itchin’
traphouse on the block, we strapped, n*gga, so they scared to loot it
i love hearing that clip slap in my glock, that sh*t therapeutic (no cap, n*gga)
my n*gga got a dirty heat, boy, he ain’t scared to use it (yeah)
brodie keep on smoking on the opps, i told him make some music (man, chill out)
f*ck the city up when i ride in a wraith through it (yeah)
y’all gon’ want an encore with this sh*t, we had straight buicks
double r’s and lam’ trucks, lil’ n*gga, get your bands up
talking on the ‘net the same sh*t that got your mans bust (no cap)
i been having hoes since drake and lil wayne made “ransom” (no cap)
i’m tappin’ in with my side b*tch, turned her ass to a dancer (huh?)
same b*tch you triple textin’ and still can’t get an answer (what?)
30k on her gucci bag, i still told her i can’t stand her (no cap, n*gga)
[outro]
rtb, b*tch
yeah

- rtb mb lyrics

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