act right

Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act right
You don't get to come around
If you don't know how to act right
Two girls at the crib, that's a cat fight
Long flight with the dogs, took a cat nap
On site got an ounce in the knapsack
Fuck going on shorty, you can have that
Roll that, took a hit and then pass that
Bounce back, not the check, you can cash that
You can back that, that's a big bag

I ain't really no gambling man
More like a family man
More like break the family off so the family can
I sell more tickets than the artists at the Grammys can
I like my wine red and my girl with a Miami tan

You ain't see me in the dark
Couldn't see me with a flashlight
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act right
Act right, act right, girl you gotta act right
Act right, act right, shorty gotta act right
Act right, act right, dog you gotta act right
You don't get to come around
If you don't know how to act
Act right, girl you gotta act right
Act right, girl you gotta act right
Act right, dog you gotta act right
Abstract

Your ass it art that shit is abstract
I got tire marks on my heart
But I'm past that
I duck the fuck shit like, like Afflac
Like Afflac, got a pad that ya'll can crash at
You know me, I'm your dada you're my bebe
I'm a lab rat, I'm a lab rat
I'm your dada, you're my bebe
If you can have that, you can have that
I been going off, I ain't got to say it
And my dogs good, we all doing great
I ain't fucking with her head, I graduate
She got salty, I let it marinate

You don't get to come around
If you don't know how to act right
If you don't know how to
If you don't know how to act
You ain't see me in the dark
Couldn't see me with a flashlight
Don't know how to act
Act right, girl you gotta act right
Act right, act right, shorty gotta act right
Act right, act right, dog you gotta act right
You don't get to come around
If you don't know how to act
Act right, girl you gotta act right
Act right, girl you gotta act right
Act right, dog you gotta act right

Got a white tongue, black lung, blue drink
Got a white tongue, black lung, blue drink
Out in Old Town nights young new year
New me, new crib, new gear
Vroom-vroom, knock-knock, who's there?
I might switch my speed up
I been on my toes but I kept my feet up
Got a shorty over rolling all my weed up
Million dollar songs right out of the bedroom
Big ol' crib, couple extra bedrooms
Tall ceilings 'cause I needed the head room
Couple extra bedrooms
It's good for my headspace
Cause it's hard to get space for me

Couldn't know you gotta act right
Gotta act right, gotta act right