Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Duck Duck Goose, artist - Joyner Lucas.
Date of issue: 28.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Duck Duck Goose |
Before I made mills, they was hopin' I fail, well, nigga, I’m poppin' out, bitch |
Hittin' my stands, I still got your ho in my pants, like a pocket dial, |
bitch (Oh, oh, oh) |
Stick to my plan, got plenty ammo in my van, I’m hoppin' out, bitch |
It done got a nigga started, I ain’t stoppin' now, bitch |
Can’t walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch |
Bring smoke to you niggas, no black n' milds, bitch |
Fuck it, I’m blackin' out, bitch |
It’s the type of shit that make a nigga hide behind a heater |
Type of shit that make a nigga aim the choppa out the Beamer (Oh, oh, oh) |
Used to be the underdog, now I’m rockin' out arenas |
Everything I touch is water and I got it by the litre (Oh, oh) |
This is not a Aquafina, this PH3 |
Tell your offsprings, I’m D-A-D (Boom, boom) |
And your bitch say I’m her B-A-E |
And I love it when she give me H-E-A-D |
She know I’ma kill that C-A-T (Hey) |
Bandana tied like P-A-C (Hey) |
I don’t even get high off THC |
I got a natural vibe, ADHD |
I’ve been B-A-D since I was like two (Facts) |
Nigga, I’m the truth |
I put my life on it, I’ll die in the booth (Ayy) |
Couldn’t touch me with a fly masseuse |
Street nigga but I still look fly in a suit (Fly in a suit) |
I’m the guy on the roof, I’m not a gangbanger, they lyin' to you |
I’m actually the guy that they hire to shoot (Bah, bah, yeah) |
I’ve been dyin' to shoot |
I don’t like rules, I’m tired of rules |
A presidential that’s how I introduce |
Make one phone call, I fly in the troops (Yeah) |
This a landmine, you gon' die if you move (Yeah) |
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I’m the goose (Duck) |
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I’m the goose (Duck) |
And I ain’t wanna do it, but that’s what they ask for |
Niggas ask for so much that I had to act poor |
And I might just sleep on the Maybach floor |
I got a safe big enough to put a fuckin' backdoor (Boom, boom, boom) |
I got a Wraith big enough to put a fuckin' RAV4 |
Way before I had a Lambo, used to push a rad Ford (Boom, boom) |
Record labels had my demo, they would push it fast forward |
Now I make so much money, that I’m startin' to act bored (Oh) |
This shit get way too real, my nigga |
You gon' fuck around and make me go to jail, my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Shit, I say and I do what I feel, my nigga |
Joyner Lucas ain’t got no chill, my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Atlantic got me back when I was starvin', I was doin' anything to get the |
niggas to put up the mills, my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Once them niggas set me free, then I became the biggest independent artist in |
the motherfuckin' world, my nigga (Oh, oh) |
I got stick up kids with me, they need jobs |
I put a sign on your chain that say, «Please, rob» (Please, rob) |
This a beehive, to beat me you need a mob and you need God |
Might need King Kong I’m the tree top, couldn’t even picture that with a |
screenshot (With a screenshot) |
If Eve gave me the apple, I’d be Steve Jobs |
Don’t give me advice, go read on Wikipedia, huh |
Swervin' on 'em 'til I hit the fuckin' medium, huh |
Speedin' on 'em, I ain’t talking 'bout Expedia, huh |
Ball on the mic', talking 'bout leukemia, huh |
I caught a body, hopped out of the booth (Yeah) |
This a landmine, you gon' die if you move (Yeah) |
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I’m the goose (Duck) |
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I’m the goose (Nigga, I’m the goose) |
Hol' up |
Fuck these niggas talking 'bout, bitch? |
(Oh) |
Before I made mills, they was hopin' I fail, well, nigga, I’m poppin' out, |
bitch (Joyner) |
Hittin' my stands, I still got your ho in my pants, like a pocket dial, |
bitch (Oh, oh, oh) |
Stick to my plan, got plenty ammo in my van, I’m hoppin' out, bitch |
It done got a nigga started, I ain’t stoppin' now, bitch |
Can’t walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch |
Bring smoke to you niggas, no black n' milds, bitch |
Fuck it, I’m blackin' out, bitch |
It’s the type of shit that made a nigga wanna catch a body |
It’s the shit that made a nigga say that I’m Illuminati |
Same shit that make me turn my killing spree to a hobby |
It’s a duck, duck, goose, if they ever wanna try me |