Lyrics NFL - Action Pack

Ayy, ayy
Like Papa John's
I done ran nothing some dough heads
Sweep this shit up, nigga, cop to the floor
You better play your card right, I ain't joking
Make the wrong move, ain't no slumber you're owing
He got hit in the head, rain crossing bricks
So I keep me a token
Ain't no way that I'm stopping for twins 'cause I'm lonely
Ain't no way that I'm cuffing that bitch 'cause she open

I'm acting
She rather be pals on the way that I'm treating
The Burgee, the Danye, he handle the mission
I call them Rayloo, that's where he do be living
Soon as we get the location, we bending

I'm in LA with Marlo, we come from the trenches
Don't wanna let me in the gang
'Cause they know I'm a menace
I know you ain't heard from me, if then a minute
I've been in the trap reign and up on a bitch

Every hand gun that we got, it got switches
It ain't no case 'cause we wacking and winning
In the nominal phase, yeah, we wacking the sea
Got your hoe giving neck at the back of the Bentley

This stain way too dirty, ain't no way I could wash it off
Pop my shit, get your opp then I pop it off
Dripped in designer, then tried like a honey hop
I get the cheese, but you know I don't fuck with Mouse

Every hand gun that we got, it got switches
It ain't no case 'cause we wacking and winning
In the nominal phase, yeah, we wacking the sea
Got your hoe giving neck at the back of the Bentley

This stain way too dirty, ain't no way I could wash it off
Pop my shit, get your opp then I pop it off
Dripped in designer, then tried like a honey hop
I get the cheese, but you know I don't fuck with Mouse

Paperwork party, you know it no rents allowed
I was eighteen and I ran up a hundred thou
Six figure nigga, I'm still in my hood now
Fuck do you mean, I had trapped my whole hood now

He had hope from the back telling me not to pull out
He that blocked back-to-back
Where had made them to move out
Two hour, fifteens
You would think that let's school out
And just 'cause I'm hot, bitches tryna play cool now

Migos, man, see me the pound, man
Like Offset and Quavo the way that I takeoff
I ain't gotta ask him a thing through or he see
The RP gon' knock that boy face off

Twenty stick, but you know I don't play golf
Send the heat, get them gone for the summer fall
Track my heart like that nigga on Snowfall
Just like fat boy, you know that I go hard

Got these rats pussing out in the goat yard
I ain't picking through bitches, we on both arms
Had to hit the lil hoe with the steel form
Really rang the shit it up, I'm flip-phone
Ride designer, but I ain't got a dollar, you tripping
Burglar like bees having bankrolling bitches
Can't put on a suit, but I handle the business
Nigga play with this shit and it gon' be a kill 'em
I'm action

Every hand gun that we got, it got switches
It ain't no case 'cause we wacking and winning
In the nominal phase, yeah, we wacking the sea
Got your hoe giving neck at the back of the Bentley

This stain way too dirty, ain't no way I could wash it off
Pop my shit, get your opp then I pop it off
Dripped in designer, then tried like a honey hop
I get the cheese, but you know I don't fuck with Mouse

Every hand gun that we got, it got switches
It ain't no case 'cause we wacking and winning
In the nominal phase, yeah, we wacking the sea
Got your hoe giving neck at the back of the Bentley

This stain way too dirty, ain't no way I could wash it off
Pop my shit, get your opp then I pop it off
Dripped in designer, then tried like a honey hop
I get the cheese, but you know I don't fuck with Mouse