Act Bad

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 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 [Chorus: FMB DZ] 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 [Interlude: 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' [Verse 3: 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 [Chorus: FMB DZ] 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