Duck Lyrics

Blrrrd

Phew, Phew, Phew

Grrrah, Grrrah

Uh, Uh

Bitch ass nigga, what?

(Something's on fire!)

Blrrrd

Why this bitch blowing my high like what the fuck?

Pull 20 deep, in a jeep, bitch you better duck

Choppa bullets get to spraying, lil bitch, try your luck

Spin a nigga block, sipping lean, wock in my cup

Spin that nigga block, with the chops, choppin shit up

All this wock in my body got me sick, throwin up

Bang yo set, lil nigga, yeah, bitch throw it up

I'm a big dog, nigga, ain't shit a lil pup

All this Gucci on my body bitches think I'm Lil Pump

Like I'm crackin cards, lil bitch, yeah, I need a dump

Took my dick, put it in her mouth, now I'm finna nut

Call the plug, named Pedro, and he gone set you up

50k for a show and I bet I won't pull up

Trackhawk so damn fast, hit the gas, that shit liftin up

Bitch I'm on yo ass, finna crash, yeah, nigga, what?

Call the bitch a Barbie and I'm sippin pink in my cup

Tryna beef on the gram? Pussy boy, get in the booth

I'll send some niggas to yo house, ridin in a coupe

Lil bitch, if I wanted beef, it wouldn't be you

Cause you the type of nigga that would go shoot up a school

Tryna go song for song, nigga, who the fuck is you?

Put some holes in yo body, nigga, you not bulletproof

I got so much money I can make a nigga go poof

Bullets blazin through yo crib, hotter than some fuckin soup

Why this bitch blowing my high like what the fuck?

Pull 20 deep, in a jeep, bitch you better duck

Choppa bullets get to spraying, lil bitch, try your luck

Spin a nigga block, sipping lean, wock in my cup

Money on the floor, bitches dancin, call the trap Onyx

Playboi diamonds on my Carti's and they hit the color Onyx

In the Future I'm a blow up, lil bitch, I'm being honest

Call up Elon, fuck my ex, I need some space, I need a rocket

Shoot a nigga from deep like James Harden on the Rockets

Pistol automatic, bullets hittin, I ain't gotta cock it

Bend that ass over, bitch, yeah, hoe, yo pussy poppin

Me and Dc got the summer locked, yeah, our album droppin

Summer 16, call us Drake, bitch, we never floppin

Twelve get behind me, hit the gas, bitch, we never stoppin

Spin a nigga block, with my glock, and I get to moppin

Call my shooter up like the nigga play for overseas

Standin on the fuckin couch, in the cut, throwin B's

Cougar bitches but she blowin dick like some fuckin leaves

YSL, Positivity, bitch, I'm pushin P

I don't wanna talk, lil bitch, just get on yo knees

Why this bitch blowing my high like what the fuck?

Pull 20 deep, in a jeep, bitch you better duck

Choppa bullets get to spraying, lil bitch, try your luck

Spin a nigga block, sipping lean, wock in my cup

See, you used to be a Crip, now you a Blood

So I don't want no smoke with you, you got Bloods and Crips on yo team

And you was a male stripper, once before, so I don't wanna fight you

I don't want no germs from you, pussy nigga

And you know I'm in L.A. more than Arnold Schwarzenegger, and he the governor

Fuck nigga, yeah

Yeah