Sitting Ducks (feat. Benny The Butcher)

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Ayy, ain't no stoppin' me, I'm above, can't, we apostrophes
Seen all sides and all I see isosceles
Pyramid schemes and the atrocities they causin', ain't no pausin'
Ain't enough gauze in the holes in your logic

The optics work like an oxtail and everything's gravy, you crazy?
Roll up the flower, these - keep pushin' up daisies
Pour out some cognac, I'm holdin' the bottleneck lazy
Boilin' back in my seat, black on my teeth

Activated charcoal poison, back in the streets
Acclimated, hardly just charged up
Batteries is aggravated, tell 'em they can't spar with us
I seen the end, they don't want start with us

It'll cost them an arm and a leg
The other leg, the other arm, and his head
Margarine message, don't gotta be butter, just as long as it spreads, ducks
They in the shallow water followin' bread, man what?

I'm 'cross the pond, jaywalkin' the autobahn
I'm in the motherland tryna connect with my other fam'
Brother man, I don't know no fake -
We don't bury truth, I don't know gravediggers
No chains, ain't no slaves with us (Butcher comin')
No propane, keep that flame with us

Yeah, it's big clip Butch, ain't no bargainin' with the family
My h- send each other nudes like Ari and Yung Miami
I was rummagin' through trash (trash), now I'm runnin' through this cash (cash)
It got me peaceful, I be hummin' tunes while thumbin' through a half (hahaha)

You a snitch, don't deserve to be safe
Don't say a word, just make him prove that boy mine like a paternity case
I spent two bricks on this Rollie, woke up, and went jewelry shoppin'
In the house claustrophobic, surrounded by Louis boxes (Louis this, Louis that)

Jumped off the porch, but not me, I'm a scuba diver (scuba diver)
So if I still can't get my respect, I'ma shoot it out you (Butcher comin')
The corner room at Nobu, those the best reservations
Associates over friends 'cause it be less expectations

The - y'all - doin' if y'all ain't stackin' that up? (Stackin' that up)
'Cause, by time my album drop, I'm gon' be wrappin' that up (time ran out)
Me, I'm connected 'round the map like I'm Trump
I'm in red states trappin' with a satellite on a Cadillac truck (Republican)

And still feelin' like a villain behind glasses
Chillin', sippin' Villa Antinori out wine glasses, I win again
Tell the plug I need options, I'm picky, picky with the dope
And my -ches ain't goin' 50-50 with no h-



Credits
Writer(s): Jayson Jenkins, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Jai Nitai Allard, Sonnie-angelo Tanas-bactad
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