The Duckoff

All the opps on my head, you could have mines
Got me hangin out the window wit a 4 5
And when it's time to run yo pockets imma drop dimes (Gang)

This the Duckoff
I went MIA, I'm off the map I drop my nuts off
I heard he was talkin out dem lips I get em cut off
Know dem boys be plot another hit I couldn't run off (Noooo)

Oh you want hit bout it?
He might loose his life or break a hip if he be trip bout it
Bitch I'm livin sweet like London Tipton ima tip bout it
Bitch I'm at the mall, I drop a band I had 2 Rick bout it (Yuh)

I'm too fye to shop
I just bought a Q I'm running out, I needa another cop
Dawg ya za be mid, I threw it out a pill just what I pop
On the road I'm growing old, it's time my fuckin balls drop

Drop a triple double on ya head a 30 what I bought
Drop a double double on the feds it's 2 wit out a top
Had a baby but it's black, the BM had a Fuckin bop
Told em slide the pin but he a pussy he won't send the drop (Nah)

This the Duckoff
I went Mia, I'm off the map I drop my nuts off
I heard he was talkin out dem lips I get em cut off
Know dem boys B plot another hit I couldn't run off (Noooo)

Whatchu beefin for?
You don't have a crib to call ya own, you sleepin on floor
Trappin out the car the monthly payments that you can't afford
Posted by the Wendy's lookin fried he lick the liquor store
Told ya dawg to blide to pick you up, he wit a fuckin Whore
Walk back to the car like where 1982 accord?
A junky stole ya shit because he throwed and he was prolly bored
Atleast u got the bottle of the drank but you go steal a 4

All you boys be bummy, needa stamp because ya momma poor
Walkin' to the neighbors, need sum food so knock up on the door
Unemployment check, You bought a cart to hit from wire cords
Off yo ass and got a job and now you munchin' hella more
Feed the gang and ones you love, It never feelin like a chore



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Writer(s): Cooper Cosentino
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