Act A Fool (Radio Edit)

If you wanna act a fool, If you wanna act a fool, If you wanna act a fool

But I can't stop you from doing what you wanna do

Yeah, look, yeah

I'm back in the lab so you know exactly what's finna happen

If I get to clapping in your face, that's just my little ratchet

The billet fashion and finished and the steel is Damascus

Slippin' tackles on the field with the Steelers and Packers

We throwin' bullets, try interceptin' these Smith & Wessons

These little weapons of indigestion, your middle section

The living legend, I ball like a bitch with missin' edges

Listen, brethren wig with the clippers and blow your linin' off

When Collin talk, it's more like he tossin' a Molotov

Shootin' from the whip, I could click and exit like signin' off

You more the kinda soft riders don't wanna ride with yall

Bullets flyin' through your passenger's spirit, I pilot on

Now that they got me gone, I probably bomb on these maricons

Flames flyin' all around the thing, call me Johnny Storm

Hocus pocus, disappearin' focus, **** mind gone

Corona potent, dis in fact, I spray em with the Lysol

If you wanna act a fool

If you wanna act a fool

If you wanna act a fool

But I can't stop you from doin' what you wanna do

Yeah, look

You'll never catch me lackin' twice

Now I'm strapped with rhymes, pap, pap, surprise

Sprayin' lead, turn your potato head into a bag of fries

I was just playin' dead, ****, you could actually die

From both these guns

A hole-in-one, leave your caddy lackin' a driver

I leave you black as hell, black as the ash in a fire

Blacker than black on black crime, ****, black as a tire

I'm about to black an all-black attire

Toss your body off a dock and leave you more waterlogged than a cabin fire

Cause they put water on the logs in a

Man, let me find out you a taxi driver

I aim at your cab and fire

I see your lady in the ride, I'm sorry

You let it ring

I just threw it back like a bouquet at the bridal party

You kinda sorry, them rhymes, you sparkin' is fire hardly

My Latin bro said they Mal like Joe when he fired Rari

Catch me fillin' a cigarillo with the finest Marley

Wizard, put the eight's to your chest like Danilo Gallinari

If you wanna act a fool

If you wanna act a fool

If you wanna act a fool

But I can't stop you from doin' what you wanna do

Whole lotta this and that, dumb, deaf, and blind

I ain't seen or heard shit, ****, and I ain't with the chitter-chat

Where them digits at? Let me know soon as they hear that click and clack

**** get the pointy fingers

There them digits go

I'm not the kinda **** to have an encounter with

But give me credit, I raised the score on account of it

They with the shits, not a bit

A opp'll standin' there poppin' shit

Until you let the shotty lift, now it's the opposite

Cock and spit, it sound like a marching band when the fours dumpin

Two sticks, big drums, it's bout to be a homecomin

Gold medal prize shit, get a little beside self

I put each one of your fingers in individual vice grips

Light shit, take the show up at your baby christenin

And throw a stick of dynamite at the priest as he dip him in

You wanted all the smoke, now you finna get it

Said when you see that altar smoke, then you'll really get it

If you wanna act a fool, walk away and leave me

I ain't goin' through no more changes just to keep you, baby

Make up your mind to stay or leave

Anywhere the wind blows

It's cool with me