Should've Ducked

Should've Ducked (Clean) - Lil Durk/Pooh Shiesty

Lyrics by：Durk Banks/Maliki Decampos/Devonte Richmond/Lontrell Williams

Composed by：Durk Banks/Maliki Decampos/Devonte Richmond/Lontrell Williams

DJ FMCT

Ayy they told me I can't be around no gang members

Y'all got me f**ked up n***a

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 s**t on hits them switches frrt fast

Gang

Ain't gon lie the city haul with strikers they don't last

Turn up

When you poppin' with your killers you better check your guys

Man what

We don't party on other blocks they f**k with other opps

Let's get it

Then come 'round like you gang that got your brother shot

Brrah

You say his name insidе a song that got your brother hot

Let's get it

Then leave him hangin' without a lawyer that s**t dumb as f**k

P***y

You come outside without your gun lil' boy you dumb as f**k

Dumb as f**k

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 f**k

I get high as f**k

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 b***hes wanna f**k me I don't give them money

One b***h thought I told her yeah I said you better block me

He survived one to the head but it f**ked up his body

You think he off a eight or red the way that n***a noddin'

He don't even know 'bout drugs he sell lean OxyContin

You tryna judge him off his looks that lil' boy actually robbin'

Man he talkin' 'bout gang in this b***h

Why he callin' talkin' 'bout gang

He ain't get back from that one s**t man his gang ain't on s**t

Foenem posted up outside Dracos hanging and s**t

Before he died his a*s a goofy

Now he famous and s**t

I'm King Draco got my name off drilling

Check the record b***h

That p***y dropped that song about me

He get found without his dick

Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin

They fakin' death caught him quick

They made me mad enough

I spin through there myself say the wrong s**t

Might still sip when I get low

But I prefer Wock over Tris

F**ked up and let me in the door

I went fully on auto sticks

I'm Mr Slime 'em out

I caught his backdoor unlocked on the lick

Or Mr Leave no evidence

Know my criminal book hella thick

On God

You n***as goose ain't got no gun

You went away your a*s a dumby

I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter

I couldn't wait to get some money

My lil' n***a up four souls

He caught two dressed up like a junkie

They thought I was just rappin'

Lately murder gang that s**t ain't funny

You know the murder gang they come through

That s**t ain't funny

I'm locked in with hunters from the God

Got killers 'round the country

I might don't need to slime 'em out

Just be yourself and stay 300

We get money Monday through Saturday

Pray to Trey Day every Sunday

My cleats tied up in the field

Won't never hear me go out runnin'

Post up a pic like I'm in LA

But the whole time I'm with gun

We ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout that s**t you did

Go get active again

It's either eat or get ate on my side

I'ma f**k the drops and go and spin

Three and O we skunkin' s**t

Get one more kill conceal the win

Beef with us won't never land

Till y'all get hit up with them pens

Can't come around unless you get a body chopper FN

We caught one of them pussies drunk

He died before he dropped the Henny

Got 'bout ten whips in my garage

And still don't know what to get in

Take off the emblems out the 'Cat

Tint out the window 'fore I spin

Shh brrr tint out the window 'fore I spin brrt brrt brrt brrt