Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Kia
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trifonov Dmitrii Igorevich
Composer
Khari Jahmill Hoard
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer
Elliott "ELroy" Abernathy
Recording Engineer
davysgray
Producer
Lirik
[Intro]
Act like you ain't scared
Act like you wanna buck, I'ma send this fourknick 'cross your head
Act like I don't know what's going on, I'm a retard, not a sped
30 creep out the cut, dagger on the stick, trying to rearrange a **** dreads
BK
[Chorus]
Okay, act like you ain't scared
Act like you wanna buck, I'ma slap this fourknick 'cross your head
Act like I don't know what's going on, I'm a retard, not a sped
30 creep out the cut, dagger on the stick, trying to rearrange a **** dreads
[Verse 1]
I got machete, decapitate a **** arm, I bet he won't reach for this neck
Mama, I'm sorry I was skipping class, outside breaking glass, trying to find a check
Shit, I ain't gon' lie, shit,cI ain't gon' lie, hell yeah, I tried it
I was in class trying to maintain, but I was either showing my ass or I was fighting
I remember those hoes that ain't wanna fuck back then, they currently biting
When I was in elementary, **** teeth was messed up
Everybody was laughing and clowning, but now I'm smiling
I'm the one smiling, vampire diamonds, shoutout to WAFI
Straight pipe, SRT pull up growling
No, I can't dress, so I let Bunna be my stylist
Pull up fishtailing a Cutlass, she like, "Girl, who that is? He slidin'"
That's a three inch ARP, in the backseat holdin' four bodies
Shit, I ain't gon' lie I love my life, about this car, I'm pullin' honeys
[Verse 2]
I'll die about this car, you'll die about this car too
I'm not asking you I'm telling you, stupid ass ****
You pull this door, it's over with
[Chorus]
BK, act like you ain't scared
Act like you wanna buck, I'ma send this fourknick 'cross your head
Act like I don't know what's going on, I'm a retard, not a sped
30 creep out the cut, dagger on the stick, trying to rearrange a **** dreads
[Verse 3]
Aight, skied up in the BP, hope boy ain't loafin' where the opps be servin'
If they turn on the light, we gon' fill that bitch up, told lil' bruh send the Drac' through the curtains
Told 'em don't even get in this truck, you ain't ready, you already look a little nervous
See the young **** standing behind me with switches, every last one of 'em purging
Alright, okay
Listen up, we gon' do this my way
You gon' lay in that cut till I tell you jump out, have the young **** sit in the driveway
I'm gonna give you a 357, might not be a Glock but it leave no trace
And remember when you hit you the target, aim for his top, we ain't paying no waist
[Verse 4]
Alright, okay
I'm the youngest too, out my body
Heard a **** was mad that I smoke hot, told him crashout, come die about it
Say somebody say they want my soul, and it's up for grabs, come take it
He doing all that bluffin', we pull up and see what he on, strip a **** naked
Inside of his song **** say he post up on his block, every time we come through, they not there
We trying to grab the the big homie, come slide through drop some shells, jump out, make a young **** tear
Make him move out
Shit, I ain't gon' cap, boy, you ain't gon' make it
Crazy, I come sunroof, two maximilli, microstick leave a **** faceless
[Chorus]
BK, okay, act like you ain't scared
Act like you wanna buck, I'ma slap this fourknick 'cross your head
Act like I don't know what's going on, I'm a retard, not a sped
30 creep out the cut, dagger on the stick, trying to rearrange a **** dreads
[Outro]
BK
Written by: Khari Jahmill Hoard, Trifonov Dmitrii Igorevich

