Lyrical Breakdown of ACT A DAMN FOOL Feat. Duke Deuce, Slim Guerilla - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Denzel Curry weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "ACT A DAMN FOOL Feat. Duke Deuce, Slim Guerilla" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Yeah, yeah, man
These niggas don't know what the fuck goin' on (yeah, yeah)
They don't know how deep this shit really get (yeah, yeah)
They don't know the whole history behind this shit (yeah, yeah)
They don't know shit about this shit
I'm 'boutta act a damn fool (yeah)
Pack a damn tool (yeah)
Sticks on the table like a nigga playin' pool (yeah)
Money in the bank, if it ain't, it's in the air (brrr)
Always stayin' solid, never foldin' like a chair (brrr)
I'm 'boutta act a damn fool (yeah)
Pack a damn tool (yeah)
Sticks on the table like a nigga playin' pool (uh-huh)
Money in the bank (what?), if it ain't, it's in the air (what?)
Always stayin' solid (yeah), never foldin' like a chair (yeah, yeah)
Money-makin' nigga, no, I'm not a killer
So I'm always on my job (job)
Get what I want like Yo Gotti, yeah, ULTRAGROUND niggas
We rulin' the mob (mob)
Everybody better ante up
'Cause I'ma slide like I've stolen your mops (M-O-P)
P just told you how to stunt
But also showed me how to rob (how to rob)
M-O-B, M-O-B, I'm the kind of nigga want to stay low-key (uh-huh)
You's the type of nigga I just won't be (uh-huh)
Bitch, I rep D-A-D-E (yeah)
From 32nd A-V-E, I'm Blackland, Carol City chief
Is where I keep my loyalty, was livin' in the Lower East (peace)
Niggas used to beef
Now the prophecy complete (the prophecy complete)
List of niggas in the industry
Ain't in the streets (ain't in the streets)
Ragin' 'til I made the music industry collapse (uh-huh)
The level of Denzel not givin' a fuck, it's too unmatched
I'm 'boutta act a damn fool (yeah)
Pack a damn tool (yeah)
Sticks on the table like a nigga playin' pool (yeah)
Money in the bank, if it ain't, it's in the air (brrr)
Always stayin' solid, never foldin' like a chair (brrr)
I'm 'boutta act a damn fool (yeah)
Pack a damn tool (yeah)
Sticks on the table like a nigga playin' pool (uh-huh)
Money in the bank (what?)
If it ain't, it's in the air (what the fuck?)
Always stayin' solid (yeah), never foldin' like a chair (yeah, yeah)
Smoke in the air, hoes on the floor (on the floor)
She love me 'cause I'm rich
But can get nothin' but hope (nothin' but hope)
Dipped in all black, but my bitch cocaine (cocaine)
Dog ass nigga, broke the leash, kept the chain (kept the chain)
Uh, Duke Deuce independent
Ever since, bitch, I been out the gate (ay-ay)
I can't lose the weight
'Cause I keep stackin' cake, the major way (the major way)
Ain't nobody safe
We take you out like dates, we regulate
All my choppas trans
They got two titties, but they penetrate (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Pulled up in a mill, car older than me
Pockets on swole as could be (ay)
Crunkin', I'm buckin', so fuck these laws
Ain't controllin' a G (yeah)
Give no fuck 'bout your OG
My young nigga smokin' OG (what?)
This what I'm 'bout to do (what?)
If a nigga keep fuckin' with me (what the fuck?)
I'm 'boutta act a damn fool (yeah)
Pack a damn tool (yeah)
Sticks on the table like a nigga playin' pool (yeah)
Money in the bank, if it ain't, it's in the air (brrr)
Always stayin' solid, never foldin' like a chair (brrr)
I'm 'boutta act a damn fool (yeah)
Pack a damn tool (yeah)
Sticks on the table like a nigga playin' pool (uh-huh)
Money in the bank (what?), if it ain't, it's in the air (what?)
Always stayin' solid (yeah), never foldin' like a chair (yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout to act a damn fool (yeah, yeah)
Goin' up this atlas (yeah, yeah)
Ay, I'm S-G 'rilla, mane (yeah, yeah)
I'll pull your card, you think we playin' Spades? (Yeah, yeah)
Bottom of the map, this the thriller of the trill (bitch)
Outside jiggin', baby, with my hand on my steel (street)
You thinkin' of bitchin' (huh), you losin' your chips (huh)
You slackin' on your mackin' (on yo' mackin'?)
I'm makin' my chips and makin' 'em flip (huh, huh)
My M's is everlastin' (everlastin'?)
You stuck in the game, it's tragic
Trickin' off you silly rabbits
Game is full of tender bastards
Why I don't hang with all these rappers? (Huh?)
She see me, she said that I'm the bald-faded genie (bitch)
All she get is three wishes, then I dip like Houdini (I'm gone)
I don't want no Lamborghini, I'ma always ride the slab (huh)
Ridin' blue and stayin' true, peanut butter on the dash (bitch)
I'm 'boutta act a damn fool (yeah)
Pack a damn tool (yeah)
Sticks on the table like a nigga playin' pool (yeah)
Money in the bank, if it ain't, it's in the air (brrr)
Always stayin' solid, never foldin' like a chair (brrr)
I'm 'boutta act a damn fool (yeah)
Pack a damn tool (yeah)
Sticks on the table like a nigga playin' pool (uh-huh)
Money in the bank (what?), if it ain't, it's in the air (what?)
Always stayin' solid (yeah), never foldin' like a chair (yeah, yeah)