ACT A DAMN FOOL Lyrics – Denzel Curry

Read the full ACT A DAMN FOOL lyrics by Denzel Curry, Duke Deuce and Slim Guerilla along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Denzel Curry’s music, you can also explore Focus on Me and Young Og, two other songs by Denzel Curry.

[Intro: Denzel Curry]
Yeah, yeah, man
These n!ggas don’t know what the fu*k going on
They don’t know how deep this s*it really get
They don’t know the whole history behind this s*it
They don’t know s*it about this s*it

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
I’m ’bout to act a damn fool, yeah, pack a damn tool, yeah
Sticks on the table, like a n!gga playing pool, yeah
Money in the bank, if it ain’t, it’s in the air (Brr)
Always staying solid, never folded like a chair

I’m ’bout to act a damn fool, yeah, pack a damn tool, yeah
Sticks on the table, like a n!gga playing pool (Uh-huh)
Money in the bank, if it ain’t, it’s in the air (What?)
Always staying solid, never folded like a chair, yeah

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Money-making, n!gga, no, I’m not a killer, so I’m always on my job (Job)
Get what I want like Yo Gotti, yeah, ULTRAGROUND n!ggas, we ruling 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 n!gga want to stay low-key (Uh-huh)
You the type of n!gga I just won’t be (Uh-huh) b!tch, 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 living in the Lower East (Peace)
N!ggas used to beef, now the prophecy complete
List of n!ggas in the industry ain’t in the streets
Raging ’til I make the music industry collapse (Uh-huh)
The level of Denzel not giving a fu*k, it’s too unmatched

[Chorus: Denzel Curry & Duke Deuce]
I’m ’bout to act a damn fool, yeah, pack a damn tool, yeah
Sticks on the table, like a n!gga playing pool, yeah
Money in the bank, if it ain’t, it’s in the air (Brr)
Always staying solid, never folded like a chair
I’m ’bout to act a damn fool, yeah, pack a damn tool, yeah

Sticks on the table, like a n!gga playing pool (Uh-huh)
Money in the bank, if it ain’t, it’s in the air (What the fu*k?)
Always staying solid, never folded like a chair, yeah

[Verse 2: Duke Deuce]
Smoke in the air, hoes on the floor (On the floor)
She love me ’cause I’m rich but can get nothing but hope (Nothing but hope)
Dipped in all black, but my b!tch coc*ine (Coc*ine)
Dog ass n!gga, broke the leash, kept the chain (Cop the chain)
Duke Deuce independent, ever since, b!tch, I been out the gate (Ay-ay-ay)
I can’t lose the weight, ’cause I keep stacking 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 (Too-to-to)
Pulled up in a mill, car older than me, pockets on swole as could be
Crunking, I’m bucking, so fu*k these laws, they ain’t controlling a G, yeah
Give no fu*k ’bout your OG, my young n!gga smoking OG (What?)
This what I’m about to do if a n!gga keep fu*king with me (What the fu*k?)

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
I’m ’bout to act a damn fool, yeah, pack a damn tool, yeah
Sticks on the table, like a n!gga playing pool, yeah
Money in the bank, if it ain’t, it’s in the air (Brr)
Always staying solid, never folded like a chair
I’m ’bout to act a damn fool, yeah, pack a damn tool, yeah
Sticks on the table, like a n!gga playing pool (Uh-huh)
Money in the bank, if it ain’t, it’s in the air (What?)
Always staying solid, never folded like a chair, yeah

[Verse 3: Slim Guerilla]
I’m ’bout to act a damn fool (Yeah, yeah)
Going out this Alize (Yeah, yeah)
I am SG-Rilla, mane (Yeah, yeah)
I pull your card, you think we playing Spades (Yeah, yeah)
Bottom of the map, this the thriller of the trill (Yes)
Outside jigging, baby, with my hand on my steel (Streets)
You thinking of b!tching (Huh), you losing your chips (Huh)
You slacking on your macking (On yo’ macking?)
I’m making my chips and making ’em flip (Huh, huh), my M’s is everlasting (Everlasting?)
You stuck in the game, it’s tragic, tricking off you silly rabbits
The game is full of tender ba*tards, why I don’t hang with all these rappers (Huh)
She see me, she said I’m the bald-faded genie (B!tch)
All she gets is three wishes, then I dip like Houdini (I’m gone)
I don’t want no Lamborghini, I’ma always ride the slab (Huh)
Riding blue and staying true, peanut butter on the dash

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
I’m ’bout to act a damn fool, yeah, pack a damn tool, yeah
Sticks on the table, like a n!gga playing pool, yeah
Money in the bank, if it ain’t, it’s in the air (Brr)
Always staying solid, never folded like a chair
I’m ’bout to act a damn fool, yeah, pack a damn tool, yeah
Sticks on the table, like a n!gga playing pool (Uh-huh)
Money in the bank, if it ain’t, it’s in the air (What?)
Always staying solid, never folded like a chair, yeah