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act bad - fmb dz lyrics

[intro: 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

[verse 1: fmb dz]
granny asked me what i wanna be, i said, “kingpin”
i be on that make*a*million*dollars*with*your*team sh*t
loyalty is royalty, n*gga, ain’t no ho in me
monkey on my back, can’t let the devil get control of me
sick of all these n*ggas, talkin’ like they b*tches
look at all these b*tches, f*ckin’ like they n*ggas
grew up in the trenches, raised around the k!llers
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 f*ckin’ with no lame n*gga, turnaround gang, n*gga
i’d blow your brains out if you reach for anything, n*gga
rip uncle mud, sh*t’d never be the same, n*gga
real n*gga blood, phone all through my veins, n*gga
gotta get a mil’ the only thing on my brain, n*gga
if you listen close to my voice, you hear my pain, n*gga
[chorus: fmb dz]
b*tch
new drop off the lot, b*tch, we ain’t that
whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad
r.i.p uncle mud, we gon’ act bad
my n*ggas got it out the mud, so we ain’t that
new drop off the lot, b*tch, we ain’t that
whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad
r.i.p uncle mud, we gon’ act bad
my n*ggas got it out the mud, so we ain’t that
one time for freaky ray, that’s my mud brother

[interlude: uncle muddy]
sip, sippin’ on some, yeah
sippin’ on some (you know i sip that drank for real, n*gga)
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’

[verse 3: fmb dz]
one time for freaky ray, that’s my mud brother
i’m the type to f*ck your mama, i’m a motherf*cker
big bag down the way, that sh*t real heavy
big dog, i came a long way from gettin’ petty
never did no ho sh*t, my heart wouldn’t let me
i’d rather do a hundred years before i let them stretch me
take them b*tches on the run before i let ’em catch me
starin’ at your b*tch through these bushes, she lookin’ h*lla s*xy
f*cked her and her friend, yeah, i’m too messy
four*five to his head leave him too messy
who stress at all times, b*tch, i’m through jeffin’
face*to*face for now, i’m for them plays, b*tch, 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
[chorus: fmb dz]
new drop off the lot, b*tch, we ain’t that
whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad
r.i.p uncle mud, we gon’ act bad
my n*ggas got it out the mud, so we ain’t that
new drop off the lot, b*tch, we ain’t that
whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad
r.i.p uncle mud, we gon’ act bad
my n*ggas got it out the mud, so we ain’t that
one time for freaky ray, that’s my mud brother

- fmb dz lyrics

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