"Act Bad" lyrics
(feat. Uncle Muddy)
[FMB DZ:]
They mad at me
Wonder why they mad at me
That tool, 'cause they mad at me
Know they mad at me
Wonder why they mad at me
Know they mad at me
Granny asked me what I wanna be, I said, "Kingpin"
I be on that make-a-million-dollars-with-your-team shit
Loyalty is royalty, nigga, ain't no ho in me
Monkey on my back, can't let the devil get control of me
Sick of all these niggas, talkin' like they bitches
Look at all these bitches, fuckin' like they niggas
Grew up in the trenches, raised around the killers
They had the block jumpin' three for ten with them nickels
Mama wanted me to stay in school to be a good boy
But I had plans of gettin' rich off them good boys
Always down bad, I got a thing, that's all it took, boy
Rerock in the kitchen doin' his thing, he done cooked, boy
I'll blow your brains if he don't play about a book, boy
I'd never run unless I'm dipin' from the hook, boy
Ain't fuckin' with no lame nigga, Turnaround Gang, nigga
I'd blow your brains out if you reach for anything, nigga
RIP Uncle Mud, shit'd never be the same, nigga
Real nigga Blood, phone all through my veins, nigga
Gotta get a mil' the only thing on my brain, nigga
If you listen close to my voice, you hear my pain, nigga
Bitch
New drop off the lot, bitch, we ain't that
Whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad
R.I.P Uncle Mud, we gon' act bad
My niggas got it out the mud, so we ain't that
New drop off the lot, bitch, we ain't that
Whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad
R.I.P Uncle Mud, we gon' act bad
My niggas got it out the mud, so we ain't that
One time for freaky Ray, that's my mud brother
[Uncle Muddy:]
Sip, sippin' on some, yeah
Sippin' on some (You know I sip that drank for real, nigga)
You know they call me out the mud, you know I might pull out ten pints out that bag, yeah, and trinket
Ain't sellin' nothin'
[FMB DZ:]
One time for freaky Ray, that's my mud brother
I'm the type to fuck your mama, I'm a motherfucker
Big bag down the way, that shit real heavy
Big dog, I came a long way from gettin' petty
Never did no ho shit, my heart wouldn't let me
I'd rather do a hundred years before I let them stretch me
Take them bitches on the run before I let 'em catch me
Starin' at your bitch through these bushes, she lookin' hella sexy
Fucked her and her friend, yeah, I'm too messy
Four-five to his head leave him too messy
Who stress at all times, bitch, I'm through jeffin'
Face-to-face for now, I'm for them plays, bitch, I'm through textin'
Keep that tool on, I can't move wrong
I get blues gone, talk on two phones
I keep big guns, I like big drums
They say so much money on the floor I gotta get some
New drop off the lot, bitch, we ain't that
Whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad
R.I.P Uncle Mud, we gon' act bad
My niggas got it out the mud, so we ain't that
New drop off the lot, bitch, we ain't that
Whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad
R.I.P Uncle Mud, we gon' act bad
My niggas got it out the mud, so we ain't that
One time for freaky Ray, that's my mud brother
They mad at me
Wonder why they mad at me
That tool, 'cause they mad at me
Know they mad at me
Wonder why they mad at me
Know they mad at me
Granny asked me what I wanna be, I said, "Kingpin"
I be on that make-a-million-dollars-with-your-team shit
Loyalty is royalty, nigga, ain't no ho in me
Monkey on my back, can't let the devil get control of me
Sick of all these niggas, talkin' like they bitches
Look at all these bitches, fuckin' like they niggas
Grew up in the trenches, raised around the killers
They had the block jumpin' three for ten with them nickels
Mama wanted me to stay in school to be a good boy
But I had plans of gettin' rich off them good boys
Always down bad, I got a thing, that's all it took, boy
Rerock in the kitchen doin' his thing, he done cooked, boy
I'll blow your brains if he don't play about a book, boy
I'd never run unless I'm dipin' from the hook, boy
Ain't fuckin' with no lame nigga, Turnaround Gang, nigga
I'd blow your brains out if you reach for anything, nigga
RIP Uncle Mud, shit'd never be the same, nigga
Real nigga Blood, phone all through my veins, nigga
Gotta get a mil' the only thing on my brain, nigga
If you listen close to my voice, you hear my pain, nigga
Bitch
New drop off the lot, bitch, we ain't that
Whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad
R.I.P Uncle Mud, we gon' act bad
My niggas got it out the mud, so we ain't that
New drop off the lot, bitch, we ain't that
Whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad
R.I.P Uncle Mud, we gon' act bad
My niggas got it out the mud, so we ain't that
One time for freaky Ray, that's my mud brother
[Uncle Muddy:]
Sip, sippin' on some, yeah
Sippin' on some (You know I sip that drank for real, nigga)
You know they call me out the mud, you know I might pull out ten pints out that bag, yeah, and trinket
Ain't sellin' nothin'
[FMB DZ:]
One time for freaky Ray, that's my mud brother
I'm the type to fuck your mama, I'm a motherfucker
Big bag down the way, that shit real heavy
Big dog, I came a long way from gettin' petty
Never did no ho shit, my heart wouldn't let me
I'd rather do a hundred years before I let them stretch me
Take them bitches on the run before I let 'em catch me
Starin' at your bitch through these bushes, she lookin' hella sexy
Fucked her and her friend, yeah, I'm too messy
Four-five to his head leave him too messy
Who stress at all times, bitch, I'm through jeffin'
Face-to-face for now, I'm for them plays, bitch, I'm through textin'
Keep that tool on, I can't move wrong
I get blues gone, talk on two phones
I keep big guns, I like big drums
They say so much money on the floor I gotta get some
New drop off the lot, bitch, we ain't that
Whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad
R.I.P Uncle Mud, we gon' act bad
My niggas got it out the mud, so we ain't that
New drop off the lot, bitch, we ain't that
Whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad
R.I.P Uncle Mud, we gon' act bad
My niggas got it out the mud, so we ain't that
One time for freaky Ray, that's my mud brother
