Act a Fool (172 BPM)

Act a Fool (172 BPM) - Strength Training Music

Drop 2 fast

Drop 2 furious

I'm too fast for y'all man

Drop 2 fast

Drop 2 furious

I'm too fast for y'all man

Ahh you just came home from doing a bid

Tell me whatcha gon do

Act a fool

Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib

Boy whatcha gon do

Act a fool

Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes

Tell me whatcha gon do

Act a fool

Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues

Boy whatcha gon do

Act a fool

Talkin' about gats traps cops and robbers

It's 911 please call the doctor

Evacuate the building and trick the pigs

Since everybody wanna piece

We gon split ya wigs

See some fools slipped up

And over-stepped they boundaries

You about to catch a cold

Stay the f**k around from me

Ya peeps talkin' 'bout what kinda shits he on

You disappear like poof b**ch be gone

You think twelve gon catch me gimmie a break

I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate

It seems they wanna finger print me

And gimmie some years

They'll only get one finger

While I'm shifting gears

I got suede on my roof wood grain on the dash

Sheep skin on the rug golden grain on the stash

Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride

We go front back and side to side what

Some punk just tripped up

And made you spill your drink

Tell me whatcha gon do

Act a fool

Now your car just stopped on a empty tank

Boy whatcha gon do

Act a fool

If you got late bills and you lost your job

Tell me whatcha gon do

Act a fool

If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob

Boy whatcha gon do

Act a fool

Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise

Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes

And the people just stare

So I love to park it

And I just put a computer in the glove compartment

With my petal to the floor radar in the grille

TV in the middle of my steering wheel

It's my car's birthday

So we blowin' them candles

More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle

Got my name in the headrest read it and weep

Nos tank in the back camel hair on the seat

And when I pull up to the club

I get all the affection

Cuz the women love the paint

And they can see their reflection

I'm about to take off so F what ya heard

Because my side mirrors flap like a f**kin' bird

And the fools

We gon clock one and we'll pop one

Cuz my folk ridin' shotgun with a shotgun

You just got hustled for a wad of cash

Man whatcha gon do

Act a fool

Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash

Say whatcha gon do

Act a fool

Now them gulls up the block still runnin' they mouth

Boy whatcha gon do

Act a fool

If anyone talk bad about the dirty south

Tell me what I'm gon do

Act a fool

I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open

Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking

See I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is tipsy

Off the off ramp doin' about a hundred and fifty

Rollin' through east point on way to ben hill

Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield

Got the whole crew ridin' and we startin' sh*t

I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit

Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout

Plus your new name is fire cuz we stomped you out

And yeah we blow trees and beez that's fantastic

So gulls hold ya weave

While I'm weaving through traffic

I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart

You'll be like lil John Q and get a Change of Heart

It's one mission two clips and some triple beams

I'm about to blow

This whole up to smithereens

The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims

Tell me whatcha gon do

Act a fool

Man that ain't sticky

That's just sticks and steams

Boy whatcha gon do

Act a fool

Catch ya man with another b**ch up in ya bed

Ladies whatcha gon do

Act a fool

If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red

Boy whatcha gon do

Act a fool

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