Act Up lyrics

[Intro]
(Earl on the beat)

[Verse 1: JT & Yung Miami]
Real-ass b*tch, give a f*ck 'bout a n*gga
Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures
Stripes on my ass so he call this pus*y Tigger
f*ckin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass n*gga
Same group of b*tches, 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*gga
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*tch ever to you snake-ass hoes

[Chorus: JT & Yung Miami]
Act up, you could get snatched up
Act up, you could get snatched up
Act up, you could 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*tches weak, is you serious? (Haha)
I let him taste the pus*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*tch)
He gon' buy me Gucci if I ask for it (Yup)
He a classy n*gga rockin' Tom Ford (Classy)
I bet your lil' sister wanna look like me (Lil' b*tch)
I bet your lil' brother wanna f*ck on me
Hood b*tch, good pus*y, I ain't average, um
He can't come around without that cabbage, um (Nah)
Pop a pus*y b*tch quick, like a bubblegum
I ain't never worry, I just deal with it for fun
[Chorus: JT & Yung Miami]
Act up, you could get snatched up
Act up, you could get snatched up
Act up, you could get snatched up
Dirty-ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up

[Verse 3: JT]
JT on the track, and you know I'm 'bout my paper
pus*y sweet, pus*y tight, so he called it Lifesaver
If your ass a broke n*gga, hell nah, I can't date ya
If your ass a rich n*gga, I'ma f*ck ya 'til you ain't one
If that n*gga a scammer, I'm turnin' to a dancer (Yup)
I make it clap like he got the right answer
Sit on it with manners, get it harder than a hammer
He wanna freak, pus*y pink, breast cancer
Oh, you like big butts, well I like big bucks
I don't care about your chain, n*gga, or your big truck (Nah)
Yeah, I know you gettin' it, but is you spendin' it?
Give a f*ck what a n*gga got if he ain't givin' it
Ba-badass b*tch, bad attitude (Yeah)
Nails done, hair done, ass too (Ow)
Your baby daddy f*ckin' me and suckin' me
He don't answer you, b*tch, that's because of me (Period)

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