tmrsx - 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 f*ck?
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 f*ck 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 f*ckin soup
Why this bitch blowing my high like what the f*ck?
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, f*ck 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 f*ckin couch, in the cut, throwin B's
Cougar bitches but she blowin dick like some f*ckin 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 f*ck?
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
F*ck nigga, yeah
Yeah