ShittyBoyz - Duck! Duck! Goose! lyrics
[ShittyBoyz - Duck! Duck! Goose! lyrics]
(I got so much Enrgy)
Shit, fuck, damn, her head incredible
I got my Glocky too, I'm not scared of you
Man, that ain't no Wocky, might be Theraflu
Don't even try to flex on me, 'cause I'll embarrass you
Face down, her ass in the air just like an airplane
She be always talkin' 'bout her ex, that nigga so lame
Pull up on a nigga with some sticks, this ain't no game
Need a new team 'cause your shooters ain't got no aim
Crackheads get a scuff, they get threw away
Put a cannon to my opps like an Q&A
I'm with gang, finna oop a play
Twenty on me, thirty in the Glock, off a deuce of drank
Told you that the sky was the limit, I'm in space with it
Bitch think I'm an alien, I'm in my city spaceshippin'
Glock'll burn an oppy if I spray it, ain't no Mace in it
Brodie in his zone, he smokin' 'Scotti, but it ain't Pippen
He can't guard me one-on-one, buddy need help
Remember ridin' '87, this a V12
Doggy crashed out, I hope he wore a seatbelt
Put that burner all up to his grill and watch his teeth melt
Triple-double, triple-double, shit, I feel like Oscar Rob'
Sprayin' what I'm playin', at the 'nino off the baccarat
If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I hear dot-dot-dot
Check the score, the time is gettin' low, you better watch the clock
Pocket watchin', have you lookin' just like Fetty Wap
Diamonds dancin' like Lil Uzi, they just wanna rock
Don't be down without some money, your bitch not on lock
Watch who you around, 'cause they might secretly just want your spot
Duck, duck, goose, damn, dog caught a headtap
I don't fuck with you 'cause you ain't smack whoever said that
Should sue you, tryna steal my style, where my bread at?
I be high as hell, ain't no tellin' where I land at
I was workin', I guess all that hatin' how you spent your time
SB-motherfuckin'-DSM, you better pick your side
Hold the Hutch pendant up like, "Who shit don't shine?"
You ain't tryna lose your vision lookin', better squint your eyes
What I spent in the mall, could've paid your lease
In his yard with the blower, I ain't rake no leaves
Up a ten-piece nugget, boy, that ain't no cheese
Funny, you ain't thinkin' with your noodles, be done baked your beans
Shit, be done fried your eggs
Z-A-Z-A, I can't light no reg'
I done- never mind, I fuck around and might go fed
Layin' in the Cali king, I heard you got a microbed
Stacked it to the atmosphere, I heard you had a mini-stash
Doggy callin', talkin' 'bout I shorted him, my DiGi crashed
Big pits, he play with DSM, it bit him in the ass
Overdid the shrooms, I feel it, in a minute, I'ma spazz
Shit, fuck, damn, her head incredible
I got my Glocky too, I'm not scared of you
Man, that ain't no Wocky, might be Theraflu
Don't even try to flex on me, 'cause I'll embarrass you
Face down, her ass in the air just like an airplane
She be always talkin' 'bout her ex, that nigga so lame
Pull up on a nigga with some sticks, this ain't no game
Need a new team 'cause your shooters ain't got no aim
Crackheads get a scuff, they get threw away
Put a cannon to my opps like an Q&A
I'm with gang, finna oop a play
Twenty on me, thirty in the Glock, off a deuce of drank
Told you that the sky was the limit, I'm in space with it
Bitch think I'm an alien, I'm in my city spaceshippin'
Glock'll burn an oppy if I spray it, ain't no Mace in it
Brodie in his zone, he smokin' 'Scotti, but it ain't Pippen
He can't guard me one-on-one, buddy need help
Remember ridin' '87, this a V12
Doggy crashed out, I hope he wore a seatbelt
Put that burner all up to his grill and watch his teeth melt
Triple-double, triple-double, shit, I feel like Oscar Rob'
Sprayin' what I'm playin', at the 'nino off the baccarat
If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I hear dot-dot-dot
Check the score, the time is gettin' low, you better watch the clock
Pocket watchin', have you lookin' just like Fetty Wap
Diamonds dancin' like Lil Uzi, they just wanna rock
Don't be down without some money, your bitch not on lock
Watch who you around, 'cause they might secretly just want your spot
Duck, duck, goose, damn, dog caught a headtap
I don't fuck with you 'cause you ain't smack whoever said that
Should sue you, tryna steal my style, where my bread at?
I be high as hell, ain't no tellin' where I land at
I was workin', I guess all that hatin' how you spent your time
SB-motherfuckin'-DSM, you better pick your side
Hold the Hutch pendant up like, "Who shit don't shine?"
You ain't tryna lose your vision lookin', better squint your eyes
What I spent in the mall, could've paid your lease
In his yard with the blower, I ain't rake no leaves
Up a ten-piece nugget, boy, that ain't no cheese
Funny, you ain't thinkin' with your noodles, be done baked your beans
Shit, be done fried your eggs
Z-A-Z-A, I can't light no reg'
I done- never mind, I fuck around and might go fed
Layin' in the Cali king, I heard you got a microbed
Stacked it to the atmosphere, I heard you had a mini-stash
Doggy callin', talkin' 'bout I shorted him, my DiGi crashed
Big pits, he play with DSM, it bit him in the ass
Overdid the shrooms, I feel it, in a minute, I'ma spazz