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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Denzel Curry
Vocals
Duke Deuce
Vocals
Slim Guerilla
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denzel Curry
Songwriter
Patavious Isom
Songwriter
Stuart Goldsmith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FNZ
Producer
Hector Fernandez
Recording Engineer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer
Nate Burgess
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Man
These **** don't know what the fuck goin' on
They don't know how deep this shit really get
They don't know the whole history behind this shit
They don't know shit about this shit
[Chorus]
I'm 'bout to act a damn fool (Yeah), pack a damn tool (Yeah)
Sticks on the table like a **** playin' pool (Yeah)
Money in the bank, if it ain't, it's in the air (Grrt)
Always stayin' solid, never foldin' like a chair
I'm 'bout to act a damn fool (Yeah), pack a damn tool (Yeah)
Sticks on the table like a **** playin' pool (Uh-huh)
Money in the bank (What?), if it ain't, it's in the air (What?)
Always stayin' solid, never foldin' like a chair (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Money-makin' ****, no, I'm not a killer, so I'm always on my job (Job)
Get what I want like Yo Gotti, and ULTRAGROUND ****, we rulin' the mob (Mob)
Everybody better ante up, 'cause I'ma slide like I've stolen your mouse (M.O.P)
50 showed you how to stunt, but also showed me how to rob
M-O-B, M-O-B, I'm the kind of **** want to stay low-key (Uh-huh)
You the type of **** 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
This where I keep my loyalty, was livin' in the Lower East (Bitch)
**** used to beef, now the prophecy complete (The prophecy complete)
List of **** in the industry ain't in the streets
Ragin' 'til I make the music industry collapse (Uh-huh)
The level of Denzel not givin' a fuck is too unmatched
[Chorus]
I'm 'bout to act a damn fool (Yeah), pack a damn tool (Yeah)
Sticks on the table like a **** playin' pool (Yeah)
Money in the bank, if it ain't, it's in the air (Grrt)
Always stayin' solid, never foldin' like a chair
I'm 'bout to act a damn fool (Yeah), pack a damn tool (Yeah)
Sticks on the table like a **** playin' pool (Uh-huh)
Money in the bank (What?), if it ain't, it's in the air (What the fuck?)
Always stayin' solid, never foldin' like a chair
[Verse 2]
Smoke in the air, hoes on the floor (On the floor)
She love me 'cause I'm rich, but can't get nothin' but hope (Nothin' but hope)
Dipped in all black, but my bitch cocaine (Cocaine)
Dog-ass ****, broke the leash, kept the chain (Kept the chain)
Uh, Duke Deuce independent, ever since, bitch, I been out the gate (Ayy-ayy)
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 choppers trans, they got two titties, but they penetrate (Doot-doot-doot)
Pulled up in the mill', car older than me, pockets on swole as could be
Crunkin', I'm buckin', so fuck these laws, ain't controllin' a G (Yeah)
Give no fuck 'bout your OG, my young **** smokin' OG (What?)
This what I'm 'bout to do if a **** keep fuckin' with me (What the fuck?)
[Chorus]
I'm 'bout to act a damn fool (Yeah), pack a damn tool (Yeah)
Sticks on the table like a **** playin' pool (Yeah)
Money in the bank, if it ain't, it's in the air (Grrt)
Always stayin' solid, never foldin' like a chair
I'm 'bout to act a damn fool (Yeah), pack a damn tool (Yeah)
Sticks on the table like a **** playin' pool (Uh-huh)
Money in the bank (What?), if it ain't, it's in the air (What?)
Always stayin' solid, never foldin' like a chair (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
I'm 'bout to act a damn fool, goin' off this Alizé
I'm SG-Rilla, mane, I'll pull your card, you think we playin' spades
Bottom of the map, this the thriller of the trill (Bitch)
Outside jiggin', baby, with my hand on my steel (Streets)
You diggin' the bitch and you losin' your chips, you slackin' on your mackin' (On your mackin'?)
I'm makin' my chips and makin' 'em flip (Huh, huh), my ism's everlastin' (Everlastin'?)
You stuck in the game, it's tragic, trickin' off, you silly rabbit
The game is full of tender bastards, why I don't hang with all these rappers (Huh)
She see me, she said 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)
[Chorus]
I'm 'bout to act a damn fool (Yeah), pack a damn tool (Yeah)
Sticks on the table like a **** playin' pool (Yeah)
Money in the bank, if it ain't, it's in the air (Grrt)
Always stayin' solid, never foldin' like a chair
I'm 'bout to act a damn fool (Yeah), pack a damn tool (Yeah)
Sticks on the table like a **** playin' pool (Uh-huh)
Money in the bank (What?), if it ain't, it's in the air (What?)
Always stayin' solid, never foldin' like a chair (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Written by: D. Curry, Isom Patavious Lushun, Patavious Isom, S. Goldsmith