Correction Lyrics Act a Fool by BigKayBeezy

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TGang put down the gang you know what the f**k goin' on
Aye
Aye
Aye, aye

Watch how I show my a**, I'm finna' act a fool with it
This the stolo, I didn't know what else to do with it
N***as real trap stars, tell my lil shooter get em'
All that cappin' b*t*h, f**k 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'
Groupie hoes get on my nerves, them b*t*hes irra'
This b*t*h gon' bring up my net worth, that ain't her business
I hope my ex-b*t*h know her worth, she bout' two pennies
Up all night bussin' off two skittles, bust th?m birds sh*ts, up that semi, I sip codeine by th? pint, I don't sip ramen
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*t*h what it through, like lets get busy
Run me yo' shoes, and run that loot, pu**y no kissin'

You see them shooters on the roof, them n***as itchin'
This n***a playin' with my loot, go get his kidney
I'm hangin' out the roof, gettin' loose with that glizzy
I'm smokin' n***as that can't move, but got me dissin'
Like I got a point to prove, pu**y 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***as
We sole street, we came aside, with 9's and d**ks and t**ties
Fohnem got hoes shakin' a** in line, these ain't even our b*t*hes
I don't tote ordinary pistols, n***a all my sh*t got switches
And all my lil' homies some killers, all they b*t*hes f**k on b*t*hes
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 kill em', don't answer the face-time
This b*t*h fully-extended, hangin' off my waist line
We rock out like gorillas, really we some K-9's
You ain't even no killer, b*t*h 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

Watch how I playout
Hmmmm
Leave the face down
Aye, aye
He in my aim now
Hrrr, Bow, bow, bow
N***a stay down

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