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fat trel - act a fool lyrics

[intro: fat trel]

pack the tools act a fool, pack the tools

my young n-gg-s act a fool (gang)

act a fool my young n-gg- pack the tools

f-ck them teachers b-tch we tot them strappers too
shoot it loud make a n-gg- make the news
(shoot it loud make a n-gg- make the news)

yous a lie b-tch i told you yous a lie (yous a mother f-ckin lie)
hundred guns on the guys who is you (on the guys who is you) hundred guns who is you (who is you)
hundred guns, hundred guys (who is you)
on the guys (who is you)

[verse 1: chris bo]
okay now how they count me out like ima lose (ima lose)
how many bodies got to drop for me to prove
b-tch in the hottest southeast we call back them rugers
i need this whip get out your sh-t call jack the uber
man free my guys all my n-gg-s and they lifes
hundred bodies, hundred pounds , on indictments
hundred rounds we put lasers on the rifles
if she can whip it like it’s yams ima wife her
b-tch look like [?] she want me to be her usher (no)
i got a confession wanna crush her
you with the sh-ts hop in this whip we spend a duffel and that ain’t even flexing what a muscle
b-tch i need it now don’t go no patience
hundreds , fifties , twenties want a bracelet

steak and shrimp and lobster on a plates and they just mad because they ain’t eating nathans

[hook:fat trel]
act a fool my young n-gg- pack the tools

f-ck them teachers b-tch we tot them strappers too
shoot it loud make a n-gg- make the news
(shoot it loud make a n-gg- make the news)

yous a lie b-tch i told you yous a lie (yous a motherf-ckin lie)
hundred guns on the guys who is you (on the guys who is you) hundred guns who is you (b-tch who is you)
hundred guns, hundred guys (who is you)
on the guys (on the guys who is you)

[verse 2:fat trel]
i shoot a fool turn around and play it cool in the shower f-ck for hours that p-ssy pool

ima ride for the guys when i’m [?]
ima [?] them my eyes
my momma cried when i lied about the strap
she know i was smoking dope and selling crack
shoot a soldier run his rover off the maps
is it over never [?] watch their backs i got racks b-tch so how you about that action she f-cking me she f-ck chris bo because that’s the scr-ps and b-tch we beefin smoke a n-gg- like the packs and when i’m weefin smoke a n-gg- like my jacks
ride [?] all black , i’m popping flats i’m high as h-ll like my skill
i got a tat whip it well you can tell i’m wearing [?] i had to switch it up a bit but i adapt

[hook:fat trel]
act a fool my young n-gg- pack the tools

f-ck them teachers b-tch we tot them strappers too
shoot it loud make a n-gg- make the news
(shoot it loud make a n-gg- make the news)

- fat trel lyrics

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