DUCK LOW

You hear that fft-fft, duck low Hold your head nigga we the ones that's cutthroat If you ain't on that type of time, what you run up for? I'm one of none, you just a bum so you don't come close I run up bags, take trips, I don't f*ck with fags New whip, off the lot with the paper tags A couple zips, that's what you flipping? You don't trap enough Barely get to make time for my kid's cause I rap too much Unh, tuh Niggas talk a lot Really I'm the one you hearing bout in them barbershops Only hit her up when I want top, call her motor mouth I'm one of them niggas to place a call and bring the soldiers out I'm one of them niggas don't need a team, I feel comfy alone I need a day to myself, baby stop calling my phone Just the other day my nigga called bout them lawyer fees I told 'em he can have it, it's all good, I got more of these Bands that is, don't know who's man's that is I know how it feel to be switched on, I got friends that did I know how it feel to be fucked up when the bitch fag I don't got time for them games, hoe go to six flags When I pull up to the crib, I back in, watch my rearview Shoot first, I need you on earth, H I hear you Shouldn't pop these 5's, now I'm high, H I'm near you I don't wanna face reality when I come down You hear that fft-fft, duck low Hold your head nigga we the ones that's cutthroat If you ain't on that type of time, what you run up for? I'm one of none, you just a bum so you don't come close I run up bags, take trips, I don't f*ck with fags New whip, off the lot with the paper tags A couple zips, that's what you flipping? You don't trap enough Barely get to make time for my kid's cause I rap too much Yeah they bitches easy, they f*ck off a name These niggas groupies, they stuck on a chain They peep the diamonds, asking how much I paid, I'm reaching new climates, I ain't wore that shit in days They rather be broke than work minimum wage I might lie to my baby like I turnt a new page I might cry to my bitch, where it hurt, she can fix it I can show you a 100, got it all off a digi Money stacked up, earning my rep, really working my shift Put in that work, talking about it is really a gift Is we fucking or what? I ain't here for the convos and shit Popping my top cause I keep everything bottled and shit I can talk in code, can you? I can't carry pole, can you? I can nail every hoe in the city if I really want to I can hit every joog in the city if I really want to You can try your best going against me but why would you want to? You hear that fft-fft, duck low Hold your head nigga we the ones that's cutthroat If you ain't on that type of time, what you run up for? I'm one of none, you just a bum so you don't come close I run up bags, take trips, I don't f*ck with fags New whip, off the lot with the paper tags A couple zips, that's what you flipping? You don't trap enough Barely get to make time for my kid's cause I rap too much Barely get to make time for my kid's cause I rap too much Barely get to make time for my kid's cause I trap too much