Act A Fool
Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, Lil Wayne, Sqad Up
Its double G-U-D-D-A
Squeeze my piece fuck tha cops and tha dea
I spit this shit for tha streets
- fuck 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 nigga
Face where his chest be
Nigga - SQ we be tha gulliest clique
Get outta line and ya skully git split
We runnin this shit
You pussy niggas funny as shit
Till our masked for run up in ur house
And put tha gun in ya bitch
Its still double - G sick fellas
SQAD killer still kill a bitch
Nigga if he ain't got my scrilla up
Hit a nigga with tha tec or tha dillinger
And make sho we ain't gittin up muhafucka
See i talk like a mothafuckn gangsta
Look like i got a mothafuckn problem
Like whats your problem nigga
Im puttn a fifth ta tha split of ya bottom
And push ya shit ta ya tonsils
Young money bumpin johnson
Therefore im a hoodlum from tha hoods slum
Fuck with me im whoopin ya
Then puttin 2 in ya bang bang young SQ crew
Man don't hate on them lil dudes
Cuz they just doin them softin niggas up
Whoopi cushion them cuz if you had a choice
Dick a would prolly be pussy huh
Bitch nigga git
Thats why you can't run with me
And im goin git rich
And bitch you can't come with me
Eat dust nigga can't keep up with peanut
Git left brah no with tha mayonaise
'tole the mustard tha ketchup
Mack you niggas 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
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 bitch 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 bitches holdin smack in they jaw
Lil crack in they bra
If they ain't got titties then
It's up in they draws
See a SQAD Up nigga 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
Nigga from tha boot gots ta tote tha K
Tha world sleepin on young cast associate
As soon as a nigga start walkin straight
You pussy niggas start talking hate
End up wit a target face
Shit im in a whip bumpin Walk This Way
Ya bitch 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
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