YvngTr3ll - Don't Know How to Act

Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act (nah)
(Who got ya attention
She wan be missin
She don't wan listen
She wan be distant)
Who got ya attention
She wan be missin
She don't wan listen
She wan be distant
She tellin me lies
She know she too fine
Just look at her eyes
That girl is a dime
Ran up them racks
I know she'll be back
Stay in my lane
I'm countin the stack
Cop me a beam
It aint what it seems
I'm Workin the screens
Don't know how to act
I Don't wan trap
I don't wan scam
I just wan make enough bread for my fam
Hold up the bands
She know thats the deal
She left me alone
Don't know how to feel
Wanna go home
Im out in that field
Puttin in that work
Still payin them bills
All these bitches wan
Tell me whats real
But nun of these Bitches wan
Show me whats real
Im out of my mind
Im boutta go crazy
Been sayin Im fine
I ain't feelin it lately
I'm tired of the hatin
This bitch a demon
She comin from satin
Nigga I Ain't worried bout leavin
Walk off the pain
She leavin me bleedin
Ain't worried bout niggas
They only be schemin
They Sayin my name
I take it in vain
These niggas was feenin
Goin insane
(Hold on)
I lost me a baddie
Don't know how it happened
Ion wan be happy
These bitches stay cappin
Might get me a beam
Like Zay is you lackin
That couldn't be me
(Might get me a beam like Zay is u lackin)
I get to the bussin
You get a concussion
You better confess
To you it was nuffin
When i get to boomin
You better be duckin
Tired of the stuntin
You niggas aint nunnin
Who got ya attention
She wan be missin
She don't wan listen
She wan be distant
She tellin me lies
She know she too fine
Just look at her eyes
That girl is a dime
Ran up them racks
I know she'll be back
Stay in my lane
I'm countin the stack
Cop me a beam
It aint what it seems
I'm Workin the screens
Don't know how to act
I Don't wan trap
I don't wan scam
I just wan make enough bread for my fam
Hold up the bands
She know thats the deal
She left me alone
Don't know how to feel
Wanna go home
Im out in that field
Puttin in that work
Still payin them bills
All these bitches wan
Tell me whats real
But nun of these Bitches wan
Show me whats real
Who got ya attention
She wan be missin
She don't wan listen
She wan be distant
She tellin me lies
She know she too fine
Just look at her eyes
That girl is a dime
Ran up them racks
I know she'll be back
Stay in my lane
I'm countin the stack
Cop me a beam
It aint what it seems
I'm Workin the screens
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act
Don't know how to act nah

Written by:
Isaiah Moody

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