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lil chris & fbg duck - act like lyrics

[intro: fbg duck & lil chris]
how the f+ck n+ggas gon’ act like
we wasn’t out here before the rap life?
like, nah, for real
gang
how the f+ck n+ggas gon’ act like
gang+gang since potty train, all that sh+t, n+gga
all that sh+t that, that there, there, all that sh+t there ()
gang+gang

[chorus: fbg duck & lil chris]
how the f+ck n+ggas gon’ act like (how the f+ck n+ggas gon’ act like)
we wasn’t out here before the rap life? (like we wasn’t on?)
n+gga, we be out here every night (every night)
motherf+ckers better get the facts right (facts right)
y’all motherf+ckers better act right (act right)
a lot of n+ggas scared ’cause the past life (past life)
or probably ’cause i just bought a new chopper (brrt)
and that motherf+cker came with a flashlight (brrah)
ain’t none of these rap n+ggas cool to me (cool)
we might rob ’em for their jewelry (ooh+ooh)
y’all just blind by the foolery
i don’t think it’s nothin’ they can do with me
they mad at me ’cause their ho cherish me (b+tch, cherish me)
i got some head, then i fell asleep (duck, what it do, my n+gga?)
i won’t let these hoes embarrass me (take off on these f+ck n+ggas)
i don’t know why she keep textin’ me (gang)
[verse 1: lil chris]
my shooters got shooters
b+tch, i’m a nightmare like freddy krueger
f+ck the police ’til they free hoover (f+ck 12)
we sellin’ white girl like at hooters
why these lil’ n+ggas wanna act like
we wasn’t in the trap sellin’ crack pipes?
what you n+ggas know about the trap life?
[?] dubs and the nine, right?
no computer, but duck grip the mac tight and i got them racks, right?
pull up on your b+tch like, “hop up in the back, aight?”
“show me what the neck like,” grippin’ on that tec like
n+gga run up on me, send his ass to the next life (woo, baow)
yeah, i be with the gang posted up on the west side
n+gga, if you gang+gang let me see you throw your sets high
yeah, we got your b+tch bussin’ hard off a supreme (got your b+tch bussin’ hard off a pill)
she say [?] usin’ up the phone ring (h+llo? no, woah)
i’m married to the money, nah, these hoes can’t get no ring
i lost too many n+ggas, so i’m pourin’ up lean (lean)

[chorus: fbg duck]
how the f+ck n+ggas gon’ act like (how the f+ck n+ggas gon’ act like)
we wasn’t out here before the rap life? (like we wasn’t on?)
n+gga, we be out here every night (every night)
motherf+ckers better get the facts right (facts right)
y’all motherf+ckers better act right (act right)
a lot of n+ggas scared ’cause the past life (past life)
or probably ’cause i just bought a new chopper (brrt)
and that motherf+cker came with a flashlight (brrah)
ain’t none of these rap n+ggas cool to me (cool)
we might rob ’em for their jewelry (ooh+ooh)
y’all just blind by the foolery
i don’t think it’s nothin’ they can do with me
they mad at me ’cause their ho cherish me (b+tch)
i got some head, then i fell asleep (fbg sh+t)
i won’t let these hoes embarrass me (i won’t let these hoes em—)
i don’t know why she keep textin’ me (fbg, b+tch)
[verse 2: fbg duck]
these n+ggas scared as h+ll, i knew it
had the chance to k!ll me, you blew it
talk about the struggle, been through it
now i take thousands and run through ’em
i take your b+tch and i run through her
she call me “young diddy,” influence (eugh)
she say that y’all might get into it
so she tell you that she didn’t do it
you ask me, then i don’t know
don’t put my business out, no+no
boy, you done went out like five+o
you need to take that up with your ho
don’t come to me talkin’ ’bout b+tches
if it ain’t ’bout money, then you need to go+go (mm)
before we pull up in a four+door
and you see the flash like photos
boy, we’ll knock the meat out your taco
all about cheese like nachos
b+tch, i’m the man, macho
they talkin’ ’bout quavo, i’m huncho
how the f+ck n+ggas gon’ act like we wasn’t out here when it was a dollar for a bus pass?
how the f+ck n+ggas gon’ act like we won’t pull up and slump his dumb+ass, huh? (bah, bah, money)

- lil chris fbg duck lyrics

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