Duckin Sirens (feat. 36Trill)

And bitch I'm still duckin from these sirens These crackas finna have to find me They wouldn't be asking questions if they knew so I stay silent Okay they out of control All my niggas resort to violence Thirty nine we be wylin All them boys gon catch them a body He tote that rocket cause he got it And he finna shoot it I know them boys be having fire But they don't ever use it Nigga like me gon make it rain I can't put my mama through no pain And I'll probably smack a nigga, but I'm not no murderer But I'll do ya sum This forty caliber and plus this glock Why you need two of them? Bitch I need two in case a Nigga act fool then he gone lose Can't let em put me in no casket I'll go prison before that happen Them other niggas just be rapping What's on my hip not for no fashion He got job, he still be trapping We let them things unload in traffic And that right there be just for practice This pocket rocket make em back step I can't let no nigga be the reason I take my last breathe Know my people zoes, we playing with that woo And I'm from the no, I'm duckin from the woo Niggas clutching fire, but they ain't finna shoot When it come down to it, what you finna do? And bitch I'm still duckin from these sirens These crackas finna have to find me They wouldn't be asking questions if they knew so I stay silent Okay they out of control All my niggas resort to violence Thirty nine we be wylin All them boys gon catch them a body He tote that rocket cause he got it And he finna shoot it I know them boys be having fire But they don't ever use it Nigga like me gon make it rain I can't put my mama through no pain And I'll probably smack a nigga, but I'm not no murderer See I was working 9-5 to really get some cheese I just want to rap to really get the real mean And all these niggas they be jokes they better pray to a king I remember at Cliff died, that's the last time I sing But I'm back on my focus thing, remember all them times they give me all blames Niggas want the beef, plus the death, plus they want fame Remember all them times papa couldn't talk, yeah it brung pain All these niggas they be really cap and they all lame But I got to main focus, all these niggas they be rats, they be running like some roaches But I'm really on the same thing I'm trying to take that money off the boat and I'm really get a plain Jane And bitch I'm still duckin from these sirens These crackas finna have to find me They wouldn't be asking questions if they knew so I stay silent Okay they out of control All my niggas resort to violence Thirty nine we be wylin All them boys gon catch them a body He tote that rocket cause he got it And he finna shoot it I know them boys be having fire But they don't ever use it Nigga like me gon make it rain I can't put my mama through no pain And I'll probably smack a nigga, but I'm not no murderer