Acot Richard Pryor Lyrics

[Chorus: ACOT]
Boy—Boy, what you talking 'bout?
Better keep it down 'fore I shut your mouth
Better take his shoes when he hit the ground
Bet he walking home with a f*cking frown
I ain't got shit to prove
Never had shit, gotta make a move
I ain't got time for a pick-and-choose
I ain't tryna talk, got shit to do
Baby, what you crying for?
Know I'm coming back when I hit the dough
Know I'm f*cked up when I act a fool
Everything I do, know I do it for you
f*ck all these rappers, man
Send 'em all away in an ambulance
Tryna get my hands on a hunnid bands
ACOT, [?]

[Verse: ACOT]
[?] in my city
Hits after hits, I'm the new P. Diddy
And at my shows all the hoes show titties
Candy shop but my name ain't Fiddy, uh
Gotta be gas if I smoke up
I don't like shit so I never get my hopes up
I don't wanna feel so I always gotta dope up
Give a f*ck if I woke up, uh
Bitch, I'm itching for my vision
Make a living, no more tripping 'bout my business
Read about it, bitch, I'm 'bout it
Richard Pryor way I'm getting higher, uh
He was talking all about
He saying nothing, really 'bout that rapping, uh
Rap a circle 'round these rappers
Had to show these suckas what I'm packing, uh

[Chorus: ACOT]
Boy—Boy, what you talking 'bout? Better keep it down 'fore I shut your mouth
Better take his shoes when he hit the ground
Bet he walking home with a f*cking frown
I ain't got shit to prove
Never had shit, gotta make a move
I ain't got time for a pick-and-choose
I ain't tryna talk, got shit to do
Baby, what you crying for?
Know I'm coming back when I hit the dough
Know I'm f*cked up when I act a fool
Everything I do, know I do it for you
f*ck all these rappers, man
Send 'em all away in an ambulance
Tryna get my hands on a hunnid bands
ACOT, [?]

[Verse 2: Rascal Jefferson]
Uh, life of the party
Get me some chips and a pint of Bacardi
You say you got hits, I can't find 'em, I'm sorry
That shit doesn't exist like vaginas on Barbies
I feel like Jay Rock
Cooking up tunes inside of the RV
Did you just tell me to stop? Are you trying to start me?
Me and ACOT 'bout the size of an army
What? You think you hot shit?
Just because you made a couple dollars [?], huh?
I'ma hunt ya down like John Wick
Y'all are probably in ya mom's crib eating hot chips, bruh
'Cause when we drop this
It'll leave a shock like a Shyamalan plot twist
Homie, my cock tip will be traveling at a Mach six
Speed right towards your mom's tits (What?)