Strictly Bout Action Lyrics

Ain't never been lacking

This glock in my draws get to spazzin

Lil brudda on ig jus cappin

Let's move out daddy

Put that on my sisters you play you Gone lay

If it's about them I'm blasting

I'm not wit da yappin

Fuck all that chit chat like crook said

We spinning if we get the addy

We strictly bout action

Swear I'm tryna wipe that boy nose Like he

Sneezed fuck his bitch from The backend

Then back to the rapping

Just put his ass up on a tee if he reach Turn his Ass to Some fashion

Then take all the rations

We chalked em out like it's recess

Send shots at his v neck

We spinned on the ops where they Sleep at

Lil bro think he cold im a give em a Heat check

Bitches hittin my phone tryna see Where the link At

I slide wit the seat back

Aye bruh where the beef at?

Ain't been to Miami but know where My heat at

Niggas be all on my dick in my face Cause we lit Off the rapping

But really be trappin

I turned my head then he dissed he Gone truly

Be missed if I catch em Assed out in that traffic

Let's see if he about it

He ain't really with it i catch him and Beat him

His face where the ground at

Ain't no way around that

Just gone throw the towel in

Why you ain't left town yet?

762 hit his face he won't bounce back

223 cut em up sushi meat

Who is he

Pay da fee

Roll his ass up inna wood or a swisher Leaf

Really can snap anyday of the fucking Week

Probably

Can't name a nigga as hard as me

Pardon me

I'm in that mode ain no stopping me

Killing beats

Niggas be sweet like da lane where da Skittles Be

Vision me

Drac to the face put that boy out his Misery

Whole lotta shots in this whip

You gone die if you trip

Dump his ass off a cliff

100 round fill him up leave em stiff

Nigga play hit his lip

If I catch him I can't let himdip

Not the same from da hip

Gotta dangerous limp

Threw da beam onna Glock sparking flames in His whip

Like the Championship

When I shoot it like steph it's a hit

Nigga play then I'm stepping on shit

Give a fuck who he with

Hit the gang for a blitz

Let them hollowtips eat up his face for A brick

Nigga thought he was slick

But he think with his dick

Get the drop then we fuck up his link With a bitch

Always sleep with a stick

Women sneaky as shit

But we still got em gone tryna creep And got hit

Bullets green at the tip

Hit your team if they trip

If he reach for this Glock and succeed Then he Him

I know some Niggas that came out dat Gutter be

Stepping on shit it's no hesi To blow

And I know he'll truly be missed but This Glock

Gotta kick he got stamped With a heavenly O

Push up to the party he acting Retardant

This switch hit his face den I'm out da Back doe

Just dropped my tape we got hits on The way

Finna turn up the summer You know that's fasho