Yo Gotti - Act Right Lyrics

I’m going, going back, back to the Bay
Rest in peace Mac Dre, all I do is talk yay

In the club got them bottles on replay
Tryina break a record like a DJ
That’s a hundred fifty bottles in one night
I get a pistol and act right

Act right, act right
Money don’t fold if it ain’t right
Act right, act right
Niggas playing games, get that act right

I’m going, going back, back to the Bay
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I’m a street nigga all I do is talk yay
Want me in your city, nigga know they gonna pay
Ain’t looking for a freak though, looking for a freak hoe
Kimberly chain on my neck weigh a kilo
Nigga just violated, pissed dirty to his PO
On a real nigga scale, one to ten, you a zero
Damn, that a bad bitch, you a Creole
On the West coast bitches say you from the NO
Act right, get your life changed
Fuck a purse you can get the last name
Real nigga, shit boy, I hate lames
All my niggas sell dope or gang bang
Me and cash get the act right
If you aint in a foreign you don’t look right

In the club got them bottles on replay
Tryina break a record like a DJ
That’s a hundred fifty bottles in one night
I get a pistol and act right

Act right, act right
Money don’t fold if it ain’t right
Act right, act right
Niggas playing games, get that act right

I’mma tell you off top motherfuckers, free Boosie
Riding in my Lamborghini with the dope man Uzie
Thinking came with a step might be the shit
I got a rooster in my Rari, might be your bitch
I said I pull up to detention, that Aventador
Make your bitch pass out straight hit the floor
Said I never seen a car like that before
What’s that thing sticking up? I said that’s the door
I told YG I’mma ghost ride the whip
And you just hanging out the window, ghost ride the clip
I made my first quarter million dollars off the blow
You want a nine piece chicken took that to go
I’mma tell you like this, ya’ll motherfucker listen
Tequila all, day motherfucker I’m tripping
But if you run up on me niggas thinking I’m slipping
Michael Jordan with the chopper, man I hit you like Pippen, act right

In the club got them bottles on replay
Tryina break a record like a DJ
That’s a hundred fifty bottles in one night
I get a pistol and act right

Act right, act right
Money don’t fold if it ain’t right
Act right, act right
Niggas playing games, get that act right

Going, going back, back to the bank
Rest in peace to my safe
I’m a fly nigga, nigga I take your hoe
I had to leave her if she did me like Coco
The devil talking to me, but I don’t hear him
Act like I’m deaf like So-So
Fuck you, fuck him, fuck them
Fuck my ex and the po po's
Hundred bottles in the cup, no Weezy
Niggas start tripping, boom bow, dope fiend
Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
I’m in the Fendi store, I don’t need help
All gold everything like Trinidad
I went to high school with you bitch you been a rat
I don’t got money problems, I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols

In the club got them bottles on replay
Tryina break a record like a DJ
That’s a hundred fifty bottles in one night
I get a pistol and act right

Act right, act right
Money don’t fold if it ain’t right
Act right, act right
Niggas playing games, get that act right

I had to do it for the street, hoe
Do right
Getting money, living life, hoe


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