Act a Fool lyrics

[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'
Groupie 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 thеm birds sh*ts, up that semi, I sip codeine by thе 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*tch what it through, like lets get busy
Run me yo' shoes, and run that loot, pus*y 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, pus*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*ggas
We sole street, we came aside, with 9's and di*ks and titties
Fohnem got 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 killers, 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 kill 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 killer, 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