Act all that

Got the mac in my pocket,

Back pack full of fat stacks for the stockings,

Dont like cats who rat behind backs,

And act all that,

Pull the tec out and blast all that,

wanna pay you visit so please tell me where you ball at?

Tryna be like them law cats will get your cap pulled back,

With a dunce hat on your cap and then laughed at,

I pen graphic craftsmanship, And master drastic shit,

Like blasting macs and shit, Pass the hash, the swish,

The perfect bastard coming at ya, Swerving on a road,

tryna crash and bash backs of cadillacs, volkswags,

Throw back to when I was 6 with a chick with big tits,

Shits inflatable, better than fake ones, thats debatable,

Ill show you of what im capable, tell you how I made it though,

Cause all my favorite hoes obey me, oh but they hate the law,

Got the rubber on but they love it raw,

Never need a hook for a song,

I got a hook for an arm,

Got my alarm set to book it, im gone,

Second alarm is for the bombs,

Ill blast that tec in just one small sec,

My mind? I lost that shit, in a small ass bet,

Pause I just caused the beat a heart attack,