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act a fool - bigkaybeezy lyrics

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[intro]
tgang put down the gang you know what the f*ck goin’ on
aye
aye
aye, aye

[verse 1]
watch how i show my ass, i’m finna’ act a fool with it
this the stolo, i didn’t know what else to do with it
n*ggas real trap stars, tell my lil shooter get em’
all that cappin’ b*tch, f*ck out yo’ feelings fore’ this sh*t get wicked
i just back doored my lil bro for movin’ fishy
let some come up, missin’ sh*t gon’ get ridiculous
i’m off of percocet’s and perc’, sh*t ain’t mixin’
[?] hoes get on my nerves, them b*tches irra’
this b*tch gon’ bring up my net worth, that ain’t her business
i hope my ex*b*tch know her worth, she bout’ two pennies
up all night bussin’ off two skittles, bust them birds sh*ts, up that sеmi, i sip codeine by the pint, i don’t sip ramеn
still bustin’ off this flap, bust that mac till it’s empty
this a mac*10, ain’t no tec*9’s and no i’m not shot with that glizzy
what’s the move, b*tch what it through, like lets get busy
run me yo’ shoes, and run that loot, p*ssy no kissin’

[interlude]
you see them shooters on the roof, them n*ggas itchin’
this n*gga playin’ with my loot, go get his kidney
i’m hangin’ out the roof, gettin’ loose with that glizzy
i’m smokin’ n*ggas that can’t move, but got me dissin’
[verse 2]
like i got a point to prove, p*ssy i’m with it
ever since i was in school, i knew to get up and go get it
fifteen racks for me to show up, fifteen more when i get lit
it cost like four*hundred to up the score, i bought lil’ bro a glizzy
put three bodies on the slide, then slide, and charge it to the city
we fire deep but it ain’t 5v5 it’s 5v all them n*ggas
we sole street, we can’t [?], with [?] and d*cks and titties
forcin’ them [?] hoes shakin’ ass in line, these ain’t even our b*tches
i don’t tote ordinary pistols, n*gga all my sh*t got switches
and all my lil’ homies some k!llers, all they b*tches f*ck on b*tches
we be clutchin’ on our triggers when we think it’s gang time
put his brain on the ceiling, you can call it hang*time
if he tweak we k!ll em’, don’t answer the face*time
this b*tch fully*extended, hangin’ off my waist line
we rock out like gorillas, really we some k*9’s
you ain’t even no k!ller, b*tch i heard it through the grave*line
let my lil’ shooter get his payout
drop the bag, he blow your brains out
we call that sh*t a takedown
he let us know where he locate, he in my aim now
and baby girl i want the face so put the cake down
no i did not come here to play, watch how i playout

[outro]
watch how i playout
hmmmm
leave the face down
aye, aye
he in my aim now
hrrr, bow, bow, bow
n*gga stay down

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