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act up! - yung havøc lyrics

d*mn son
havoc wake the h*ll up

(verse 1: yung havøc)

all these f*ckers on my d*ck
always love to talk sh*t
and be toxic
stay six feet away from me
just like quarantine
people look at me like they
never seen a white boy rap
don’t talk sh*t or i’m finna show you
how to act
they laugh at me now what’s funny is
how they finna act
when they see me get up there
on the billboard charts
making more then they thought (d*mn son)

can’t tell mе what to do cause i done decidеd

(verse 2: dep_xoph)

nah i mean havoc’s, i ain’t mr steal ya b*tch
but i can act savage
write me up in your book, make me up a passage
paragraph, has it
(b*tch quit f*ckin around, get yo racks up)
they be like act up, than get smashed up, b*tch you get passed up
they don’t want yo ass now, you is plastic
b*tch like i be knockin up at yo door
shoot you with my nine, leave you bleeding on the floor
i go run on up out the door, with nothing left behind
f*ck b*tch you got jacked, straight blasted
don’t you know who am i’m?
(i’m n0body actually but i’ma pass this sh*t to wolf)

(verse 3: tornwolftw)

let me talk sh*t
b*tch ass n*ggas can’t step to me
you views
i got real life view
on everything that you wanna do
not the typa sh*t that you’d ever get
money can’t spin the block
but i bet my n*ggas can
(beat cut)
ima crashout
you a loudmouth
i’ll burn yo whole crib down
if you try an f*ck with me
(beat on)
can’t buck with me
nothing but the greatest in the room
stomp yo head in
leave a red dent
and make you heaven sent
(verse 4: 999vlonequinn)

boy you just a loose screw
you ain’t got no money so don’t talk to me, you ain’t got no loot
you ain’t got no bread so dont hit my cell
ima show him his saving grace, pray on my downfall ima send that boy to h*ll
gotta keep it up (huh) can’t end up in jail
tho i almost did (haaaaa)
got my twin by my side and we makin hit, after hit
got that real money this ain’t counterfeit
pleed the fifth, and im back said i’d quit
i still might, do the dash on yall boys leave yall in the pit
beat her guts, make em rip, sending shots, empty the clip
pull up on the scene ima blow up his shi ima shoot up the party i empty the clip
bartender, need a sip im just yappin off the rip
im just sippin on the wok, now its purple in my p*ss
now im ballin, making cash. my life story broke to rich
thats yo b*tch, she be suckin on the kid for a tip
verse

(verse 5: markel davis)

usually i be humble
but i’m tired of being quiet
when i’m with the squad
there is a chance of riot
you can’t read my mind
you are far from a psychic
b*tches come at me
but they ain’t even my side chick
n*ggas tryna f*ck with me
tryna bring out the dog in me

say you want the smoke but i’ll turn you into ash
if we aren’t friends then i’ll leave you in the past
don’t ever try to act like you know me you don’t
tryna stay in my lane ain’t worried bout a hoe
man who the f*ck they think they playin with
why the f*ck they talking sh*t
alright i think we’re done here

- yung havoc lyrics

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