Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Should've Ducked , by - Lil Durk. Release date: 08.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Should've Ducked |
| DJ FMCT |
| Ayy, they told me I can’t be around no gang members |
| Y’all got me fucked up, nigga |
| 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 shit, on hits, them switches (Brrt) 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 fuck with other opps (Let's get it) |
| Then come 'round like you gang, that got your brother shot (Brrah) |
| You say his name insid a song, that got your brother hot (Let's get it) |
| Thn leave him hangin' without a lawyer, that shit dumb as fuck (Pussy) |
| You come outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck (Dumb as fuck) |
| 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 fuck (I get high as fuck) |
| 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 bitches wanna fuck me, I don’t give them money |
| One bitch thought I told her, «Yeah,» I said, «You better block me» |
| He survived one to the head, but it fucked up his body |
| You think he off a eight or red the way that nigga 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 bitch (Why he callin', talkin' 'bout gang?) |
| He ain’t get back from that one shit, man his gang ain’t on shit |
| 'Fonem posted up outside, Dracos hanging and shit |
| Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous and shit (Brrr, brrr, brrr) |
| I’m King Draco, got my name off drilling, check the record, bitch (Slatt, slatt, |
| slatt, slatt) |
| If pussy dropped this song about me, he get found without his dick |
| Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin, they fakin', they’ll call the quits |
| They made me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong shit |
| Might still sip when I get low, but I prefer Wock over trip |
| Fucked 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 niggas goose, ain’t got no gun |
| You went away, your ass is dumb |
| I’m on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn’t wait to get some money |
| My lil' nigga up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie |
| They thought I was just rappin' |
| Lately, murder gang, that shit ain’t funny |
| You know the murder gang, they come through, that shit 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 clique 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 shit you did, go get active again |
| It’s either eat or get ate on my side, I’ma fuck the drops and go and spin |
| Three and O, we skunkin' shit, 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, F&N |
| We caught one of them pussies drunk, he died before he dropped the hint |
| Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and still don’t know what to get in |
| Take all the embers out the cat, tint out the window 'fore I spin (Shh, brrr, |
| tint out the window 'fore I spin, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) |