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actin' up - trace. & mello lyrics

trace

set ’em up on tv now (they see me?)
i’m the motherf*cking boss (thats right)
ain’t believe me now
to the motherf*cking top (we go)
rollie on my wrist (on my wrist)
diamonds all over my clock
take my shot and swish (ay ay ay ay)
f*ck it it’s my time to pop ayy!

look we are not those type of people (we not)
yeah, losing touch of what’s illegal
been out my spot for way too long
let’s fly out
call your people
let’s go out and blow some smoke
little bit woah!
n0body know my name though
that’s ok
i’m just soaking in the life of mayo, gettin paid
do the math they throwing shade
so much cash that i done makе
it’s the path im supposed to take
i thank thе lord ’bout everyday
blessings im sending up
b*tch i say actin’ up
she got an ass an she back it up
hit it and wrap it up
she said she had enough p*ssy so good i might bag it up
i’m up to no good
slidin downtown like a ghost would
she got what a hoe would
swallow that nut like a hoe should
b*tch i been gone but im back in again
ive been touring the country and filming for shows
so im back in the studio
pad and a pen ive been holding so long to these b*st*rdly flows
gotta get em out, gotta get em on my head
so im waking up, light another bong up in my bed
get this money up
write another song and get that bread
if a p*ssy wanna talk then fill his body up with lead ayy!
gonna fill his body up with lead ayy!
gonna fill his body up, his body up with lead ayy!
gonna fill his body up with lead ayy!
yeah go fill his body up, his body up with lead ayy!

mello:
i said im sorry thats a dumb move
can’t hang around us we dont hang around dumb dudes
been bout it
ive been walling
no style but ive been stylin
my checks been fat
ive been balling
chase racks catch commas
dont doubt it
should start a big 5,5,6,7 channel
guard my glow up like tony mentallo
stick money in her thing
then im bread winner
might blow a hunnid on a chain to my neck too wet with it
gettin silly with the gang on text
but let her put a hole through her brain while im playin roulette
and im worried that the price i spent
boy i got cash that’ll work for me
got louis on the belt with diamonds in it
might blow a whole half a mill but one went
an go get wreckless with it
straight off the lot start testin sh*t
f*ck you do the dash might wreck the b*tch
and the b*tch reall bad that im messin with
she said big silver ass in the messages
tryna strip me down, undress this sh*t
she wanna get d*cked down while i dance to this
i ain’t finna trip now just bless the b*tch
i get so high so high
can’t stop me no i dont die like deadpool
too fly too fly
can’t knock me down i got wings goin redbull
p*ssy boy sayin knock em out hoss
c*cked glock but the hoe still poppin my bubble
real as f*ck no poser
big rock in the lunch like boulders
i like the smoking cama k for love
id get topped for my g models
make em pay for lunch
i dont want no food just booze
park and move b*tch i can’t trust you
top down with a motherf*cking big tune
bust down when like i just wanna be cool

i just wanna be laid out
see how the situation plays out
in a gang and goes that way now
back then we was always gonna pay out
same cl!cks like i go for simon and the hoes all trip when the v be shinin’ she gone suck my d*ck just to be around me and i tell her about the cheddar homie keep on grindin gotta keep on grindin

- trace mello lyrics

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