Actin Up lyrics

(Hook- Max B)
I got that cannon on my hip
Demanding on your whip
100 stacks too big for rubber bands or money clips
n*gga get outta line Imma hit you with that fifth
Ow Ow them b*tches tried to get me for my sh*t
Money in that Louie duffel Mallie g and Bigga Bubbles
It's a stick up b*tch give me jewels and don't you move a muscle
Ain't ready for the flossin' from Harlem to Boston
Put you in that coffin' ow

(Verse One- Max B)
Got a semi for a n*gga that be actin' up Back it up
Lil' trick Imma re you only got a little bit
Fix you with some little sh*t
Get you little wavy up Just a sec
Any rapper n*gga think we neck and neck
Imma bless em with the tech
Leave this n*gga holy
Scold me stay with some icy like hockey golie
Smo' me take me to a diva
Motherf*ckin' stupid b*tch I don't need you neither
I don't need a sceeter
Baby I got two of those
G3's G5's baby I done flew in those
Burben got my passport
Say that n*gga flight rich
Tri-state had that cake when used to live in 5 8
Boosted up the crime rate
Further more
Gives a f*ck bout your war stories i done herd em all
Word to yall
I ain't goin' back again never that
Cop the silver beam all chrome with the Chevy black bet it clap (Ow)
(Hook- Max B)
I got that cannon on my hip
Demanding on your whip
100 stacks too big for rubber bands or money clips
n*gga get outta line Imma hit you with that fifth
Ow Ow them b*tches tried to get me for my sh*t
Money in that Louie duffel Mallie g and Bigga Bubbles
It's a stick up b*tch give mejewels and don't you move a muscle
Ain't ready for the flossin' from Harlem to Boston
Put you in that coffin' ow