Yo Gotti - Act Right Lyrics
[Intro: Yo Gotti]I'm going going back back to the BayRest in peace Mac DreAll I do is talk yay[Bridge: Yo Gotti]In the club got them bottles on replayTryna break a record like a DJthat's a hundred fifty bottles in one nightI give that ***** some act right[Hook: Yo Gotti]Act right, act rightMoney don't fold if it act rightAct right, act rightN-ggas playin' games you can act right[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]I'm goin' goin back back to the BayRest in peace Mac DreI'm a street n-gga all I do is talk yayWant me in your city n-gga know they gon' payAin't lookin' for a free throw, lookin for a freak hoCuban link chain on my neck weigh a kiloN-gga just violated pissed dirty to his P.O.On the real n-gga scale one to ten you a zeroDamn, that a bad ***** you a CreoleOn the West coast but she say she from the N.O.Act right, get your life changedF-ck a purse you can get the last nameReal n-gga shit boy I hate lamesAll my n-gga sell dope or gang bangMe and cash get the act rightYou ain't in a foreign you don't look right[Bridge][Hook][Verse 2: Young Jeezy]I'mma tell ya off top mother f-ck free BoosieRidin' in my Lamborghini with the dope man uziThinkin' came with a step might be the shitI got a rooster in my Rari might be your *****I said I pull to detention AventadorMake you ***** pass out straight hit the floorSaid I never seen a car like that beforeWhat's that thang stickin up? that's the doorI told YG I'mma go ride the whipYou just hangin' out the window ghost ride the clipI made my first quarter million dollars off the blowHe want a nine piece chicken took that to-goI'mma tell ya like this, ya'll motherf-cker listenKilo all day motherf-cker I'm trippin'But if you run up on me think I'm slippin'Michael Jordan with the chopper man I hit you like Pippen act right[Bridge][Hook][Verse 3: YG]Goin' goin' back back to the bankRest in peace to myselfI'mma fly n-gga n-gga I take your hoI'll have to leave her if she did me like CocoThe devil talkin' to me, but I don't hear himAct like I'm deaf like So-SoF-ck you, f-ck him, f-ck themF-ck my ex and her cohortsHundred bottles in the club, for no reasonN-ggas start trippin boom bow dope fiendFendi on my shoes, Fendi on my beltI'm in the Fendi store I don't need helpAll gold everything like TrinidadI went to high school with you ***** you been a ratI don't got money problems, I got trust issuesTwo things I gotta stay is with the two pistols[Bridge][Hook]
