City Girls

"Act Up"

[Intro]
(Earl on the beat)

[Verse 1: JT & Yung Miami]
Real ass b*t*h, give a f**k 'bout a n***a
Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures
Stripes on my ass so he call this pu**y Tigger
f**kin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass n***a
Same group of b*t*hes, ain't no adding to the picture
Drop a couple racks, watch this ass get bigger

Drinkin' on liquor, and I'm lookin' at your n***a

If his money right, he can eat it like a Snicker
I ain't got time for you fake-ass hoes
Talkin' all loud in them fake-ass clothes
Fake ass shoes match that fake-ass gold
I'm the realest b*t*h ever to you snake-ass hoes

[Chorus: JT & Yung Miami]
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
It's Yung Miami, and I came to run my sack up (Yup)
Tired-ass hoes on my page tryna track us (Ha)
Brand new chain, City Girls goin' platinum (Facts)
I keep a baby Glock, I ain't fightin' with no random, period (Period)
You b*t*hes weak, is you serious? (Haha)
I let him taste the pu**y, now he actin' all delirious (Ow)
Did the dash in the Rover like it's Fast and Furious
She see my number in his phone, now you actin' curious (b*t*h)
He gon' buy me Gucci if I ask for it (Yup)
He a classy n***a rockin' Tom Ford (Classy)

I bet your lil' sister wanna look like me (Lil' b*t*h)
I bet your lil' brother wanna f**k on me
Hood b*t*h, good pu**y, I ain't average, um
He can't come around without that cabbage, um (Nah)
Pop a pu**y b*t*h quick, like a bubblegum
I ain't never worry, I just deal with it for fun
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