Act A Fool lyrics

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Its double G-U-D-D-A
Squeeze my piece f*ck tha cops and tha dea
I spit this sh*t for tha streets - f*ck what ppl say
Get in my way and you be doa - cuz heont play
Its young debo strapped with a black hoody
They call me young mcnabb
Cuz i got eagles that throw bullets
And im eager just ta pull it
So don't even try ta test me
Gun burstin - leave a n*gga face where his chest be
n*gga - SQ we be tha gulliest clique
Get outta line and ya skully git split
We runnin this sh*t
You pus*y n*ggas funny as sh*t
Till our masked for
Run up in ur house
And put tha gun in ya b*tch
Its still double - G
Sick fellas
SQAD killer still kill a b*tch
n*gga if he ain't got my scrilla up
Hit a n*gga with tha tec or tha dillinger
And make sho we ain't gittin up muhaf*cka

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
See i talk like a mothaf*ckn gangsta
Look like i got a mothaf*ckn problem
Like whats your problem n*gga
Im puttn a fifth ta tha split of ya bottom
And push ya sh*t ta ya tonsils
Young money bumpin johnson
Therefore im a hoodlum
From tha hoods slum
f*ck with me im whoopin ya
Then puttin 2 in ya
Bang-bang young SQ crew
Man dont hate on them lil dudes
Cuz they just doin them
Softin n*ggas up
Whoopi cushion them
Cuz if you had a choice
di*k a would prolly be pus*y huh
b*tch n*gga git
Thats why you can't run with me
And im goin git rich
And b*tch you can't come with me
Eat dust n*gga
Can't keep up with peanut
Git left brah
No with tha mayonaise
'tole the mustard tha ketchup
Mack you n*ggas so far back
I mean you still lookn for my back
Im at tha finish line
Formin and my form back
Before i fall off
Cuz then id be one of yall
Y'kno
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Weezy shady, pistol whip hoes n all
I'm talking back shots, chest shots, nose n all
Pay attention ta a pimp no dozin off
I got these hoes on no doughs n raw
That thea butter in
When u see a reverend b*tch you
You bless that brother
Confess to the god
I undress you in armor
Star ma - arent i special - sex you
All night, might take a small bite but shhhhh
Chere, u take this hard white back to tha shore
Then turn around and make a hard right back to your boy
You short you take a hard right smack to tha jaw
Weezy still grippin smack in tha jar
Got b*tches holdin smack in they jaw
Lil crack in they bra
If they ain't got titties then its up in they draws
See a SQAD Up n*gga walk up on ya and shoot ya
We livin fa tha moment, you dyin in tha future
My desire for tha loot a make me fire
My tires on my boots cuz ima rider
Ridin in my roost' man I can't hide it ima monster
Nappy from tha roots smoking ganja ima rasta
n*gga from tha boot gots ta tote tha K
Tha world sleepin on young cast associate
As soon as a n*gga start walkin straight
You pus*y n*ggas start talking hate
End up wit a target face
sh*t im in a whip bumpin Walk This Way
Ya b*tch bout ta walk this way, peel of in her faith
I got a RnB diva ya kno
Me n mami wouldn't want wit tha dough
Dats how it sposed ta go
You guys don't even kno tha dough
I get checks by tha porfolio
Holla at me F