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letra de act a fool - bigkaybeezy

[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

- bigkaybeezy

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