[Intro: Ray Vaughn]
(Ayy, ayy, ayyy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
If you ain't helpin', then you in the way
I do not hear all the shit that they say
I'm about action like playin' charades
They locked my brother up, he in the cage
I'm reminiscing 'bout back in the days
[?] acting 'cause we ain't have plays
Run from the law, only thing I evade
Anything else, I'ma say to your face

[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn]
I keep it steppin' in Balenciagas
I can't trust these n***as, I ain't got no father
I slept with the roaches, ain't never had options
You turn to a lick when they see that you got it
You give 'em somethin', they act like they forgot it
[?] I act like I don't got it
How you gon' switch on me? Thought you was solid
Can't come to my house, 'cause these n***as be plottin'
My mama wrote bad checks for all the shit we ain't have yet
Used my friend's house for the address to CPS, man, they add stress
Run up numbers like a math test, wanted more 'cause we had less
Can't let 'em put me in a casket and have my mama in a black dress, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
If you ain't helpin', then you in the way
I do not hear all the shit that they say
I'm about action like playin' charades
They locked my brother up, he in the cage
I'm reminiscing 'bout back in the days
[?] acting 'cause we ain't have plays
Run from the law, only thing I evade
Anything else, I'ma say to your face

[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
We ain't with actin', n***a
Yeah, we 'bout that action, n***a
Remember them nights when we ain't have shit, n***a
We 'bout that action, n***a, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Ay Ay SnaggLay]
I am not with the playing games
I don't work [?]
Yeah, me and money get along
Like a thottie out here with long braids
Every day, a n***a lit
Confetti on me like a parade
I know n***as 'bout to blow
I'm not talkin' 'bout a grenade
Ex-hoes wanna throw shade on a young n***a 'cause I made it
Got new whip, it's off the lot
All cash, no payments
Thank God for the blessings
All the nights I was stressing
OD'ed off depression
I was filled up with aggression
But why would I look for some beef?
If Taco Bell 'cross the street
When my mom lost her Section 8
She was really sleepin' in her Jeep
So a young n***a had to flock
Kick the door down, fuck a knock
Anything a n***a had to do
Tap in, I got plots, ayy
Tap in, I got plots
New hoes, got a pop
[?]
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
If you ain't helpin', then you in the way
I do not hear all the shit that they say
I'm about action like playin' charades
They locked my brother up, he in the cage
I'm reminiscing 'bout back in the days
[?] acting 'cause we ain't have plays
Run from the law, only thing I evade
Anything else, I'ma say to your face

[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
We ain't with actin', n***a
Yeah, we 'bout that action, n***a
Remember them nights when we ain't have shit, n***a
Pull up, skrrt, we 'bout that action, n***a, yeah, yeah