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Duckin Smoke
Mac Ty
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No, we ain't duckin' no smoke
We want everything come with this shit
(Nolack, go pop his ass, the fuck you doin'?)
Let's go
I ain't never duckin' smoke
You play and I'ma get you gone (outta here)
Say you like to pray
I got some shit gon' send a nigga home (on God)
I don't see how I missed
I could've sworn I hit your collarbone (damn)
My niggas in jail, when they get out
I throw my dog a bone (dog a bone)
White boy in New York gon' set up traps
Just like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)
Slidin' with a chopper, I'm a rockstar
Feel like Post Malone (Post Malone)
Lil' bitch put the dick all down her throat
She got a choker on (bitch)
I see you niggas anywhere
I gotta do you niggas wrong (uh)
Took too many loses in these streets
It turned me to a beast (to a dog)
Anytime I'm on a drill, I tell my mama, "Pray for me"
(Ayy, mama, pray for me)
Bitch told me she love me
A'ight hoe, go buy this Drac' for me (buy this Drac')
I'm really top three out of my city
And I'm not number three (facts)
Go pick your nigga up
I found your block on Google Maps
I gotta pick that semi up
Goin' to jail really ain't shit
Bitch, I don't give a fuck
Put that dick all in her ribs
She say she can't get enough
Carbon 15 or the AUG gon' rip that nigga up
Ayy, my baby mama trippin'
I'll just go make another baby (on God)
I'ma pop out with a hundred racks
And see these niggas' faces (racks)
Designer fabric with the four-five how I'm feelin' lately (bah)
Runnin' through so many guns
I'm comin' like the fuckin' Navy
I promise this shit easy
They won't let me in the fuckin' door
Why you lying like you caught the body?
You ain't up the score (you cappin')
Finna turn up with this rappin' shit
And give my niggas hope (GloRilla)
Invest in all the trappers
Everybody 'round me sellin' dope
And all my niggas kinda old (old as hell)
Make a nigga my bitch, flip the script
It ain't no gender roles
Didn't even feel your nigga when we linked
Get out your feelings, hoe (now he sad)
Wasn't even finna take that nigga down
Bitch, don't tempt me, though
He say I'm his dream girl
Told this bitch, "Shut up and listen, hoe" (shut up, bitch)
Fall in love, I bet not
Ain't no nigga that I'm trippin' on (swear to God)
He say he got the gaffle
And I'm who he tryin' to spend it on (gimme that)
Well, walk it like you talk it, nigga
Show me that you pigeon-toed (duck ass)
Don't even rap 'bout gangster shit no more
'Cause I don't do the shit
But just 'cause I don't do it now
Don't mean that I ain't do it, bitch (facts)
Still that same lil' tweaker
But I been tryna mature and shit
I can't quit, like MC Hammer
Gotta know I'm too legit
I'm built for this
Too cold, need a quilt for this
They gon' die 'bout my respect
That mean I'ma live for it (on the gang)
He want me to ride or die
Well, buy me a new whip and shit (skrrt)
How you call me lame as hell, but quotin' all my lyrics, bitch?
You weird as shit
Lookin' like a meal
But they can't even get a sample (get a sample)
He want me to be his BM
'Cause he like that I'm a rapper
Got 'em lookin' up to me
Lil Durk might call me the example
I can guide 'em through this shit
But ain't no bitch checkin' my channel, ayy (facts)
I be on my nigga ass, he say I'm a nagger
If I get to talkin' too much shit
Then come make me a gagger, ayy
Yes, I was before that bitch, but still look like the after
And it's perks to bein' a lil' bitch
'Cause I got the moves like jagger
On the gang (on the gang)
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