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joey fatts - act like you know lyrics

[verse]
i built this sh-t up from the dirt
tryna milk the game for what it’s worth
‘member grinding when my stomach hurt
but i ain’t cry about it cause it could be worse
forty in my baby momma purse
she gon bust if i can’t grab it first
widebody tryna grab your curb
gettin’ head while a n-gga swerve
you ain’t hood, boy you from the burbs
you ain’t trapping, you just good with words
rapping -ss n-gga, acting -ss n-gga
can’t believe you n-ggas got the nerve
i do this sh-t for the streets
and my g homies on lockdown
lil fatts come straight out the east
look a lil bro, man he hot now
used to have work in the honda
but now i pull up on my n-ggas in drops now
glock out like hotel rwanda
these n-ggas want problems, we walking with mops now
vvs’ in my watch now
young n-gga worth a lot now
and my daughter come from guap now
[?] child
i ain’t for none of the games, so miss me with all of that bullsh-t
i just stay in my lane, tryna dodge til you book me
hit up your block with that flame, smoke anybody looking
i can careless about fame
still in the kitchen cooking dope, n-gga

[chorus]
act like you know, n-gga
these streets is cold, n-gga
so i’m a cold n-gga
stackin’ bread, duckin’ feds, stayin’ low, n-gga
on they necks, demand respect, it’s cutthroat, n-gga
act like you know, n-gga
act like you know, n-gga
these streets is cold, n-gga
so i’m a cold n-gga
stackin’ bread, duckin’ feds, stayin’ low, n-gga
on they necks, demand respect, it’s cutthroat, n-gga
act like you know, n-gga

[verse 2]
30i6 hit your -ss from a scope
always been a real n-gga
can’t tell you how it feel to be a hoe (nah)
and getting money now, but still the same n-gga from before (yeah)
didn’t know me, now these b-tches out here acting like they know
came from sleeping on floors
now a young n-gga packin’ out shows (packin’ out shows)
through the pressure, boy i’m 10 toes
i’ma stay down, n-gga can’t fold (no i can’t fold)
really in the streets my n-gga
since wallabee’s and kango’s (since kango’s)
stay with my heat, i can’t go
i stay with my heat, i can’t go (no i can’t go)
last year i caught a case
they tried to send me up the road (up the road)
poppin’ bottles of the ace to celebrate a n-gga home
stackin’ money out the way
if ain’t money leave me ‘lone
sellin’ dope out a zone
i made a million off a phone
cl-ssy new year
new benz coupe got a new gear
my b-tch got a new -ss and some new hair
but ain’t sh-t changed, nothin’ new here
say you don’t like a n-gga, boy who cares
i’m gettin’ bread by the loaf
your b-tch gon give me some throat
if you don’t know then act like you know

- joey fatts lyrics

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