Rubber Ducks Lyrics

Look

Ugh, yeah

Either clutch on the metal or muscle up

If you dropping the bag then you fucking up

Had to run up a bag, then it doubled up

I'm in love with my bitch, she a one of one

Extended the clip to hold twenty sum'

Bending that whip till the sun ill' come

He got hit in his ribs, need his stomach pumped

Couldn't handle the smoke he got other lungs

If I ain't have none to tote, he got fucking punched

R. I. P to that hoe, I don't fuck with sluts

She a skeezy lil' bitch for a couple bucks

Left her dead in that tub next to rubber ducks

Scratch my back, rub your neck with a dozen guns

I don't need any favors, I'll get it done

They don't got any bangers, they dropping duds

I don't compliment strangers, you fucking suck

Bitch my family dangerous, you dumb or what?

Bitch I had to put pain in to muscle up

Fuck you saying, my gang has been coming up

Ain't no way that your name is in front of us

Bitch putting salt in the wound (ugh)

What you getting first, is it the spark or the boom?

Keep thinking it's all a cartoon (yeah)

Till' this Tommy gun clear out the room (facts)

And my bottoms one wit' me too, throw a lot of ones running twos (ugh)

Got a lot of drums lot' of tools, that's that Bada Bing Bada Boom

If he ever getting out of tune, I can make her sing wit' my moves

Shake something out the room, press that play button and he through (yeah)

I heard she got with a flexa', funny I don't do nothing to impress her (ight)

She give me top if the stress up, run in I might take the Glock out the dresser (facts)

Please don't address me as next up, bitch you know that I've been one of the best of em' (ugh)

Where I'm aiming at, they chest, dumping, 30 dozen, I'll give em' a red stomach (ew)

Blood moons, I know death coming and my old bitches never meant nothing (nah)

How kept it moving and the checks running, now I got a new one and the sex buzzing (uh huh)

Tell your man to keep his head from it or his mom gon' wonder where her dead son is (fact check it)

I been tripping off the stress from it, I swear I been tripping off the stress from it (yeah)

Either clutch on the metal or muscle up

If you dropping the bag then you fucking up

Had to run up a bag, then it doubled up

I'm in love with my bitch, she a one of one

Extended the clip to hold twenty sum'

Bending that whip till the sun ill' come

He got hit in his ribs, need his stomach pumped

Couldn't handle the smoke he got other lungs

If I ain't have none to tote, he got fucking punched

R. I. P to that hoe, I don't fuck with sluts

She a skeezy lil' bitch for a couple bucks

Left her dead in that tub next to rubber ducks

Scratch my back, rub your neck with a dozen guns

I don't need any favors, I'll get it done

They don't got any bangers, they dropping duds

I don't compliment strangers, you fucking suck

Bitch my family dangerous, you dumb or what?

Bitch I had to put pain in to muscle up

Fuck you saying, my gang has been coming up

Ain't no way that your name is in front of us (nah)