Ducked Off
I be alone when I'm fighting off demons
Niggas be knowing it's deeper
Know I ain't stable but still wanna tempt me
Might be the face of your reaper
I be ducked off
I ain't cool wit your mans I be fucked off
Can't be friendly to niggas too cutthroat
Probably mad 'cause I had his bitch throat goat
Fasho sho
Like what is you talking 'bout
I been riding in trunks with the chops out
Uncle tell come in 'cause the cops out
Nigga know I been cooling with dropouts
With the Glocks out
Gotta see for myself
No karate but rocking the black Gucci belt
Put this on my cousin flag in his cell
Still ain't forget 'bout the powder that I can smell
That stick go boom
Hit
Yeah that's that bitch
All 'bout some pussy
Boy you should've just listened
Like go back on the road
Where do we go
I don't care I don't know
Just drive to the store
We been smoking and joking
But still ain't coping
Like boy what is you telling me
The news turn on his shoes shot off
Like damn don't got nothing to do with me
I been staying low key
Probably locking it in with your OGs
Ain't left the house in 'bout 4 weeks
Burner phone only hold 4g
You don't know me
It ain't none of my business
Every order I gotta go ship it
Every night bitch I gotta get tipsy
In the corner with 30s and glizzys
I know I be tripping
Like playing pool
If you start it gotta see it through my boy
Playing with toys
But they make noise
Don't wear the same shoes in court
I be alone when I'm fighting off demons
Niggas be knowing it's deeper
Know I ain't stable but wanna tempt me
Might be the face of your reaper
I be ducked off
I ain't cool wit your mans I be fucked off
Can't be friendly to niggas too cutthroat
Probably mad cause I had his bitch throat goat
Fasho sho
Like what is you talking 'bout
I been riding in trunks with the chops out
Uncle tell come in cause the cops out
Nigga know I been cooling with dropouts
With the Glocks out
Gotta see for myself
No karate but rocking the black Gucci belt
Put this on my cousin flag in his cell
Still ain't forget 'bout the powder that I can smell
Hit
Yeah that's that bitch
All 'bout some pussy
Boy you should've just listened
Like go
Where do we go
I don't care I don't know
Just drive to the store
Niggas be knowing it's deeper
Know I ain't stable but still wanna tempt me
Might be the face of your reaper
I be ducked off
I ain't cool wit your mans I be fucked off
Can't be friendly to niggas too cutthroat
Probably mad 'cause I had his bitch throat goat
Fasho sho
Like what is you talking 'bout
I been riding in trunks with the chops out
Uncle tell come in 'cause the cops out
Nigga know I been cooling with dropouts
With the Glocks out
Gotta see for myself
No karate but rocking the black Gucci belt
Put this on my cousin flag in his cell
Still ain't forget 'bout the powder that I can smell
That stick go boom
Hit
Yeah that's that bitch
All 'bout some pussy
Boy you should've just listened
Like go back on the road
Where do we go
I don't care I don't know
Just drive to the store
We been smoking and joking
But still ain't coping
Like boy what is you telling me
The news turn on his shoes shot off
Like damn don't got nothing to do with me
I been staying low key
Probably locking it in with your OGs
Ain't left the house in 'bout 4 weeks
Burner phone only hold 4g
You don't know me
It ain't none of my business
Every order I gotta go ship it
Every night bitch I gotta get tipsy
In the corner with 30s and glizzys
I know I be tripping
Like playing pool
If you start it gotta see it through my boy
Playing with toys
But they make noise
Don't wear the same shoes in court
I be alone when I'm fighting off demons
Niggas be knowing it's deeper
Know I ain't stable but wanna tempt me
Might be the face of your reaper
I be ducked off
I ain't cool wit your mans I be fucked off
Can't be friendly to niggas too cutthroat
Probably mad cause I had his bitch throat goat
Fasho sho
Like what is you talking 'bout
I been riding in trunks with the chops out
Uncle tell come in cause the cops out
Nigga know I been cooling with dropouts
With the Glocks out
Gotta see for myself
No karate but rocking the black Gucci belt
Put this on my cousin flag in his cell
Still ain't forget 'bout the powder that I can smell
Hit
Yeah that's that bitch
All 'bout some pussy
Boy you should've just listened
Like go
Where do we go
I don't care I don't know
Just drive to the store
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Writer(s): Caleb Lavalais
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