Act like Dis / Ecstasy Freestyle by Mar90s Lyrics
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh, why I act like this
They wanna know why a nigga act like this
I got them racks, bitch, that's why I act like this
I was in the back blowin' gas wit' my bitch
I was in the trap countin' racks wit' my niggas
In the trap shippin' packs wit' my niggas
I ain't been broke in a minute
You want that bag, boy, then go get it
[Verse]
Self-made, this ain't overnight
Can't forget them lonely nights
Noodles, macaroni nights
I'm sleepin' good, codeine get me through the night
I pray to God that tonight is not my night
And I wake up, money on my mind
See you at the finish line
Different type of time
We got sticks like Columbine
I got up on my grind when I saw mama cryin'
My bitch wanted a ass, I told her that I'll buy it
Yellow Perc', it got me in the sky, I'm flyin'
I roll the Cookie up, and then I just ignite it
I fell in love with drugs, and no, I can't deny it
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh, why I act like this
They wanna know why a nigga act like this
I got them racks, bitch, that's why I act like this
I was in the back blowin' gas wit' my bitch
I was in the trap countin' racks wit' my niggas
In the trap shippin' packs wit' my niggas
I ain't been broke in a minute
You want that bag, boy, then go get it
Yeah, uh, why I act like this
They wanna know why a nigga act like this
I got them racks, bitch, that's why I act like this
I was in the back blowin' gas wit' my bitch
I was in the trap countin' racks wit' my niggas
In the trap shippin' packs wit' my niggas
I ain't been broke in a minute
You want that bag, boy, then go get it
[Verse]
Self-made, this ain't overnight
Can't forget them lonely nights
Noodles, macaroni nights
I'm sleepin' good, codeine get me through the night
I pray to God that tonight is not my night
And I wake up, money on my mind
See you at the finish line
Different type of time
We got sticks like Columbine
I got up on my grind when I saw mama cryin'
My bitch wanted a ass, I told her that I'll buy it
Yellow Perc', it got me in the sky, I'm flyin'
I roll the Cookie up, and then I just ignite it
I fell in love with drugs, and no, I can't deny it
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh, why I act like this
They wanna know why a nigga act like this
I got them racks, bitch, that's why I act like this
I was in the back blowin' gas wit' my bitch
I was in the trap countin' racks wit' my niggas
In the trap shippin' packs wit' my niggas
I ain't been broke in a minute
You want that bag, boy, then go get it