Duck Hunt Lyrics

Pull up like a redneck, head check, ain't go to bed yet

You ain't heard half the words that I said yet

Tryna make money no I ain't got the bread yet

Don't know how you aren't covered in red yet

Drive a Suzuki don't drive fancy things

Cuz I spend all of my money on blings

That is all cap bro all I wear is strings

Can't drive the Suzuki cuz I lost the keys

I'm better than everyone I'm not even tryna stunt

Women flocking from left and right it's like I'm on the duck hunt

You want beef I'll dress up in camo with my 12 gauge shotgun

You ain't slick and after I get you I'll be stealing your hun

Screw the 12 I'm pullin up with my glock

And you better run cuz I'm keeping it cocked

My music a joke this bar is for the cops

And If you don't run your head's gonna get popped

Song going fire I'm not gonna stop

Girl want some jewelry pull up to the shop

If you tryna judge her then you getting dropped

Cuz respecting women's why I'm at the top

I'm like dababy need songs with some bop

These always slap every song that I drop

Yeah that is right bro my songs never flop

And if you can't cook girl you getting chopped

Can't find rhymes for glock anymore

Pullin up wit christian dior

Then I return them to the store

Cuz those are clothes that I can't afford

The beat stopped but you know I got the green

My rhymes always going like I'm a machine

I'm staying healthy ain't sippin no lean

And I am a christian I keep my songs clean

Here come the beat again back on the scene

We going up til we on planet sheen

I got the sausage like I'm Jimmy Dean

If you know you know do you know what I mean

I'm better than everyone I'm not even tryna stunt

Women flocking from left and right it's like I'm on the duck hunt

You want beef I'll dress up in camo with my 12 gauge shotgun

You ain't slick and after I get you I'll be stealing your hun

Here come the melody switch

You know that I'm getting rich

I ain't Tekashi no I ain't no snitch

Use free autotune I ain't buying no pitch

Fire like I'm in a pit

I make your girl throw a fit

Watching the tellie like I am a britt but Americas 1 number 2s where they sit

Pull up like a redneck, head check, ain't go to bed yet

You ain't heard half the words that I said yet

Tryna make money no I ain't got the bread yet

Don't know how you aren't covered in red yet

Drive a Suzuki don't drive fancy things

Cuz I spend all of my money on blings

That is all cap bro all I wear is strings

Can't drive the Suzuki cuz I lost the keys