[Lyric] Act a Fool (Dread Woo)

[Intro: Porter B]
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Uh, look

[Chorus: Porter B]
I don't say what I'm gon' do usually
New Glock and I'm keep it glued to me
I'm in the spot with a whole lotta blues on me
Off the Henny she actin' a fool for me
I got racks so she bendin' it over
Bust her ass, put her hand in the sofa
Off a Yercy, you know I ain't sober
[?] on my body, ain't pullin' us over
I'm with Dread and we comin' to lift shit
Fuck a [?] a Smith N'
Lotta opps, I don't know who to mention
Niggas talkin', but they never did shit
And my ooter, he shootin' from deep
Beam on the scope, it come with precision
AMG when we slide on the mission
[?] my target, I better won't miss him
[Verse: Dread Woo]
And these niggas bе talkin', but they know the differеnce
[?] my target, I got him, I blitz him
Drippin' designer [?] Christian
Pour a four on the road, I be sippin'
Better keep you a Glock, don't be slippin'
I'm in traffic [?] switches
Dread Woo, I ain't for the disses
Gentleman, gangsta, she know that I'm crippin'
Your mans in the spliff, that's the pressure
[?] so it go with my sweater
You could get shot any day or wherever
[?] no cheddar
My foot on they neck, I won't let up
Free all the members, that shit got me fed up
I ain't even throw yet, lil' nigga, get up
[?] stash, lil' nigga, get your bread up
She a freak, she do what I tell her
Out in the street, finessin' to tell her
[?] Cuban on my neck for the setup
[?] her wetter
Four lines got me slurrin' on my lettuce
[?] opp hopped out and he sped up
Wit' them steppers outside [?] center
Me and Porter B hit 'em together
[Chorus: Porter B]
I don't say what I'm gon' do usually
New Glock and I'm keep it glued to me
I'm in the spot with a whole lotta blues on me
Off the Henny she actin' a fool for me
I got racks so she bendin' it over
Bust her ass, put her hand in the sofa
Off a Yercy, you know I ain't sober
[?] on my body, ain't pullin' us over
I don't say what I'm gon' do usually
New Glock and I'm keep it glued to me
I'm in the spot with a whole lotta blues on me
Off the Henny she actin' a fool for me
I got racks so she bendin' it over
Bust her ass, put her hand in the sofa
Off a Yercy, you know I ain't sober
[?] on my body, ain't pullin' us over
I'm with Dread and we comin' to lift shit
Fuck a [?] a Smith N'
Lotta opps, I don't know who to mention
Niggas talkin', but they never did shit
And my ooter, he shootin' from deep
Beam on the scope, it come with precision
AMG when we slide on the mission
[?] my target, I better won't miss him