Lil Durk, Pooh Shiesty - Should've Ducked lyrics

(D-D-DJ FMCT)
Ayy, they told me I can't be around no
Gang members, y'all got me fucked up, nigga
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 shit
On hit's them switches (Frrt) fast (Gang)
Ain't gon' lie, the city hot with strikers
They don't last (Turn up)
When you pop in with your killers
You better check your gas (Man, what?)
We don't party on other blocks
They fuck with other opps (Let's get it)
Then come 'round like you gang
That got your brother shot (Brrah)
You say "Hi!"s name insidе a song
That got your brother hot (Let's get it)
Thеn leave him hangin' without a lawyer


That shit dumb as fuck (Pussy)
You come outside without your gun, lil' boy
You dumb as fuck (Dumb as fuck)
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 fuck (I get high as fuck)
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 bitches wanna fuck me
I don't give them money
One bitch thought I told her
"yeah, " I said, "You better block me"
He survived one to the head
But it fucked up his body
You think he off an eight of
Red the way that nigga noddin'
He don't even know 'bout
Drugs, he say, "Lean, oxyContin"
You tryna judge him off his looks
That lil' boy actually robbin'
Man, he talkin' 'bout gang in this bitch
(Why he callin', talkin' 'bout gang?)
He ain't get back from that one shit, man
His gang ain't on shit
(Still ain't get back for no gang)
Foenem posted up outside
(Shit) , Dracos hangin' and shit (King Drac'
I let it hang)
Before he died, his ass a goofy
Now he famous as shit
(Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)

I'm King Draco, got my name
Off drillin', check the record, bitch
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
If pussy drop that song about me
He get found without his dick
Send off a bag 'bout my
Lil' cousin, they fakin'
They'll call it quit (Woah, woah)
They make me mad enough, I
Spin through there myself
Say the wrong shit (Say the wrong shit)
Might still sip when I get low (Woah)
But I prefer Wock' over Tris
(Wocky over Tris)
Fucked up and let me in the door (Woah)
I went fully on all the sticks (Sticks)
I'm Mr-slime-'Em-Out
(Blrrrd) , I caught his back door
Unlocked on a lick (Blrrrd)
Or Mr leave-No-Evidence (Blrrrd)
Know my criminal book hella thick (On God)
You niggas goose, ain't got no
Gun, you went away, your ass a dummy
I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter
I couldn't wait to get some money
My lil' nigga up four souls
He caught two dressed up like a junkie
They thought I was just rappin'
(Blrrrd) , lay that murder gang
That shit ain't funny (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
You lay, the murder gang, they come through
That shit ain't funny (Uh, blrrrd)
I'm locked in with hunters, from the God
Got killers 'round the country
(Uh, blrrrd, blrrrd)
I might don't need to slime 'em out
Just be yourself and stay three hunnid
(Hunnid)
We get money Monday through Saturday
Pray to Trey Day every Sunday
(Trey Day every)
My clique tied up in the field (Blrrrd)
Won't never hear me go out runnin' (Nope)
Post up a pic like I'm in LA
But the whole time I'm with gun
(Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout
That shit you did, go get active again
(The whole time)
It's either eat or get ate on my side
I'ma fuck the drops and go and spin (Spin)
Three and O, we skunkin' shit
Get one more kill, conceal the win
(Win) beef with us
Won't never land 'til y'all get
Hit up with them pens (Pens)
Can't come around unless you
Get a body, chopper, f&N
(Blrrrd, blrrrd)
We caught one of them pussies drunk
He died before he dropped the Henn'
(Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and
Still don't know what to get in (Take off)
Take off the emblems out the 'Cat
Tint out the window 'fore I spin
(Shh, blrrrd)
Tint out the window 'fore I spin
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd