Smokingskul, Nigo Chanel - Duck lyrics

[Smokingskul, Nigo Chanel - Duck lyrics]

Ayy, I got a G19
Say he gon' rob me, let's see
I'm finna line his head, nigga, like a tee
That nigga so sweet, nigga, like a bee
(What?)
You don't wanna come bark up this tree
My lil' dawg crazy, kill your ass for free
Bitch I'm slime, like I hang with Keed
Came to Box, like it's fucking Creed
Oh, she a vegan?, I'm planting my seed
I'm off a perc, I don't eat no peas
Walk in that bit' with the fucking Glock
I got like two in my (N) ine Jeans
Bitch I been jugging since I was a teen
I was like fifteen, serving beans
I was like sixteen, sippin' lean
Mud in my Sprite bitch it's not clean
Oh, he had to sleep on the floor?
That's tough
He want smoke, let's give him a puff
He ran up, but I turn him to dust
He a trap nigga, I gave his ass 'Tuss
Just like a thot, my Glock tryna bust
I'm tryna fuck, I ain't tryna cuff
High in the air, lil' bitch, I'm stuck
I'm dropping the roof, pussy bettеr duck
(yeah)

What? The roof, I'm dropping it
And yo' bitch, she toppin' it
Yеah, watch how I open shop in a RV
You only cuss a little like Cari
I ain't know my sons was born like Carti
Yeah, this Drac' gon' ring before the bell
I could never really be tardy
I'm eating lambchop, you eat sardines
I gotta get my lick back, we ain't boxing
I ain't moving off
I ain't never had no OG to tell
Me shit that I need approvement on
Red leather seats, nigga
That I'm sittin' on
I got a thick bitch that I'm hittin' on
I got two Glocks in my hand
Just like some pom-poms, nigga, bring it on
These niggas never was real
Sneak dissing, that shit get you killed
Could've took your ice, but I kept my chill
We gon' slide on him like a IG Reel
You is not superman, you need to keep a steel
Shoot at his thinking cap if he not ideal
I got two Glocks, Kobe and Shaquille
These niggas fell off, call they ass Nahmir

Ayy, I got a G19
Say he gon' rob me let's see
I'm finna line his head, nigga, like a tee
That nigga so sweet, nigga, like a bee
(What?)
You don't wanna come bark up this tree
My lil' dawg crazy, kill your ass for free
Bitch I'm slime, like I hang with Keed
Came to Box, like it's fucking Creed
Oh, she a vegan?, I'm planting my seed
I'm off a perc, I don't eat no peas (Nah)
Walk in that bit' with the fucking Glock
I got like two in my (N) ine jeans
Bitch I been jugging since I was a teen
(On God) i was like fifteen serving beans
I was like sixteen sippin' lean (What)
Mud in my Sprite bitch it's not clean (Nah)
Oh he had to sleep on the floor that's tough
He want smoke let's give him a puff
He ran up but I turn him to dust
He a trap nigga, I gave his ass 'Tuss
Just like a thot, my Glock tryna bust (What)
I'm tryna fuck I ain't tryna cuff
High in the air lil' bitch I'm stuck
I'm dropping the roof, pussy better duck
(Huh)

Nigga

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