Should've Ducked歌词
歌手：Lil Durk 专辑：The Voice (Deluxe)
作词 : Durk Banks/Maliki Decampos/Devonte Richmond/Lontrell Williams
作曲 : Durk Banks/Maliki Decampos/Devonte Richmond
DJ FMCT
Ayy they told me I can't be around no gang members
Y'all got me f**ked up n***a
I go everywhere with my killers man
DJ Bandz oh man
Yeah let's get it
Throw that mask on when you jump out first you better blast
Yeah
V don't like slow s**t on hits them switches frrt fast
Gang
Ain't gon lie the city haul with strikers they don't last
Turn up
When you poppin' with your killers you better check your guys
Man what
We don't party on other blocks they f**k with other opps
Let's get it
Then come 'round like you gang that got your brother shot
Brrah
You say his name insidе a song that got your brother hot
Let's get it
Then leave him hangin' without a lawyer that s**t dumb as f**k
P***y
You come outside without your gun lil' boy you dumb as f**k
Dumb as f**k
Ain't no quick run to the store they pop out fire you up
Brrah
I told my PO through the gate that I get high as f**k
I get high as f**k
She ask me how high do I get I told her high as Duck
Tooka
My brother told me get some property I kept gettin' Glockies
Gettin' Glocks
I told him I only drink Wocky he say I'm gettin' cocky
Let's get it
All them b***hes wanna f**k me I don't give them money
One b***h thought I told her yeah I said you better block me
He survived one to the head but it f**ked up his body
You think he off a eight or red the way that n***a noddin'
He don't even know 'bout drugs he sell lean OxyContin
You tryna judge him off his looks that lil' boy actually robbin'
Man he talkin' 'bout gang in this b***h
Why he callin' talkin' 'bout gang
He ain't get back from that one s**t man his gang ain't on s**t
Foenem posted up outside Dracos hanging and s**t
Before he died his a*s a goofy
Now he famous and s**t
I'm King Draco got my name off drilling
Check the record b***h
That p***y dropped that song about me
He get found without his dick
Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin
They fakin' death caught him quick
They made me mad enough
I spin through there myself say the wrong s**t
Might still sip when I get low
But I prefer Wock over Tris
F**ked up and let me in the door
I went fully on auto sticks
I'm Mr Slime 'em out
I caught his backdoor unlocked on the lick
Or Mr Leave no evidence
Know my criminal book hella thick
On God
You n***as goose ain't got no gun
You went away your a*s a dumby
I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter
I couldn't wait to get some money
My lil' n***a up four souls
He caught two dressed up like a junkie
They thought I was just rappin'
Lately murder gang that s**t ain't funny
You know the murder gang they come through
That s**t ain't funny
I'm locked in with hunters from the God
Got killers 'round the country
I might don't need to slime 'em out
Just be yourself and stay 300
We get money Monday through Saturday
Pray to Trey Day every Sunday
My cleats tied up in the field
Won't never hear me go out runnin'
Post up a pic like I'm in LA
But the whole time I'm with gun
We ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout that s**t you did
Go get active again
It's either eat or get ate on my side
I'ma f**k the drops and go and spin
Three and O we skunkin' s**t
Get one more kill conceal the win
Beef with us won't never land
Till y'all get hit up with them pens
Can't come around unless you get a body chopper FN
We caught one of them pussies drunk
He died before he dropped the Henny
Got 'bout ten whips in my garage
And still don't know what to get in
Take off the emblems out the 'Cat
Tint out the window 'fore I spin
Shh brrr tint out the window 'fore I spin brrt brrt brrt brrt
作曲 : Durk Banks/Maliki Decampos/Devonte Richmond
DJ FMCT
Ayy they told me I can't be around no gang members
Y'all got me f**ked up n***a
I go everywhere with my killers man
DJ Bandz oh man
Yeah let's get it
Throw that mask on when you jump out first you better blast
Yeah
V don't like slow s**t on hits them switches frrt fast
Gang
Ain't gon lie the city haul with strikers they don't last
Turn up
When you poppin' with your killers you better check your guys
Man what
We don't party on other blocks they f**k with other opps
Let's get it
Then come 'round like you gang that got your brother shot
Brrah
You say his name insidе a song that got your brother hot
Let's get it
Then leave him hangin' without a lawyer that s**t dumb as f**k
P***y
You come outside without your gun lil' boy you dumb as f**k
Dumb as f**k
Ain't no quick run to the store they pop out fire you up
Brrah
I told my PO through the gate that I get high as f**k
I get high as f**k
She ask me how high do I get I told her high as Duck
Tooka
My brother told me get some property I kept gettin' Glockies
Gettin' Glocks
I told him I only drink Wocky he say I'm gettin' cocky
Let's get it
All them b***hes wanna f**k me I don't give them money
One b***h thought I told her yeah I said you better block me
He survived one to the head but it f**ked up his body
You think he off a eight or red the way that n***a noddin'
He don't even know 'bout drugs he sell lean OxyContin
You tryna judge him off his looks that lil' boy actually robbin'
Man he talkin' 'bout gang in this b***h
Why he callin' talkin' 'bout gang
He ain't get back from that one s**t man his gang ain't on s**t
Foenem posted up outside Dracos hanging and s**t
Before he died his a*s a goofy
Now he famous and s**t
I'm King Draco got my name off drilling
Check the record b***h
That p***y dropped that song about me
He get found without his dick
Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin
They fakin' death caught him quick
They made me mad enough
I spin through there myself say the wrong s**t
Might still sip when I get low
But I prefer Wock over Tris
F**ked up and let me in the door
I went fully on auto sticks
I'm Mr Slime 'em out
I caught his backdoor unlocked on the lick
Or Mr Leave no evidence
Know my criminal book hella thick
On God
You n***as goose ain't got no gun
You went away your a*s a dumby
I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter
I couldn't wait to get some money
My lil' n***a up four souls
He caught two dressed up like a junkie
They thought I was just rappin'
Lately murder gang that s**t ain't funny
You know the murder gang they come through
That s**t ain't funny
I'm locked in with hunters from the God
Got killers 'round the country
I might don't need to slime 'em out
Just be yourself and stay 300
We get money Monday through Saturday
Pray to Trey Day every Sunday
My cleats tied up in the field
Won't never hear me go out runnin'
Post up a pic like I'm in LA
But the whole time I'm with gun
We ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout that s**t you did
Go get active again
It's either eat or get ate on my side
I'ma f**k the drops and go and spin
Three and O we skunkin' s**t
Get one more kill conceal the win
Beef with us won't never land
Till y'all get hit up with them pens
Can't come around unless you get a body chopper FN
We caught one of them pussies drunk
He died before he dropped the Henny
Got 'bout ten whips in my garage
And still don't know what to get in
Take off the emblems out the 'Cat
Tint out the window 'fore I spin
Shh brrr tint out the window 'fore I spin brrt brrt brrt brrt
