song by Ransom
Action lyrics

I swear to God on my daughter,
I swear to God on my momma
I swear to God on my grave,
I swear to God on my father,
I'm 'bout that action, action,
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
I swear to God on my dog, dog
I swear to God on my momma, momma
I swear to God on my grave, grave
I swear to God on my father, father.
I'm 'bout that action,
That action, action
That action, what?
That action, what?
That action, what?
That action, what?
That action, what?
That action, what?
Y'all niggas I'm 'bout that action,
Come play around with that 19
Tryna blow my motherf-cking hold back in
I'm tryna get away while I'm blasting,
I'm laughing, I'm mashing,
That ice tea
All black in, my shades on, my aspirin
I Stays on it, your pressin
I'm napalm on your ashes, nigga give a f-ck yo get your next sleeve
Nigga f-ck around when I'm desperate
Put a hundred rounds in your chess bitch.
That's ash in, got pax in, come stashes, your flashes
Of breakness like cashes
Get a facelift with these asset.
Or get me with it, aka nigga lean with it,
Whip it out til your friends get it,
Hit 'em up, hit your old team with it
But I'm clean with it
Swear to God on my unborn,
Swear to God brother born
Don't F-ck the tone, take a nigga bricks
Now f-cking on it, that's on...
I swear to God on my daughter,
I swear to God on my momma
I swear to God on my grave,
I swear to God on my father,
I'm 'bout that action, action,
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
I swear to God on my daughter, my daughter
I swear to God on my momma, momma
I swear to God on my grave, grave
I swear to God on my father, father.
I'm 'bout that action,
That action, action
That action, what?
That action, what?
That action, what?
That action, what?
That action, what?
That action, what?
I swear to God on my daughter,
I swear to God on my momma,
I met a couple chicks with them common
See me in the bubble lax with your momma
Better there nothing left when you Hummer
Take a couple steps and I got her
Let you have it, that's tragic!
I'm masting, that action, her blasting
I'm a Little passion
I'mma hunt this nigga in low fasting
I'mma get upon it nigga, is no flashin'.
My finger on the trigger, it's no clashing.
I'm sick with it, hundred f-cking get rest with it.
Throne.. with a click on it,
Put a Bunch of niggas in the ditch with it,
I'm so slick with it.
Ride dirt,
What that nigga, wont you find a chance yeah
Would.. poppin', got no time to serve
Took enough time, but he finally hurting
And that's fly to birds,
Swear to God on my dead homes
Swear to God on no fancy
No bread homie
Nigga too close to edge, told me I see red.
I swear to God on my daughter,
I swear to God on my momma
I swear to God on my grave,
I swear to God on my father,
I'm 'bout that action, action,
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
That action, action
I swear to God on my daughter, my daughter
I swear to God on my momma, momma
I swear to God on my grave, grave
I swear to God on my father, father.
I'm 'bout that action,
That action, action
That action, what?
That action, what?
That action, what?
That action, what?
That action, what?
That action, what?