Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lame Duck , by - Ramson Badbonez. Release date: 26.08.2021
Song language: English
Lame Duck |
| Out of the dark we came to light it up |
| Everybody the best but they don’t write enough |
| Man y’all a mess you better tighten up |
| Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck |
| Verse 1 Tru Trilla |
| I leave no survivors, flow molten lava |
| Who the best from Newark to Budapest you a liar |
| I rip your poster |
| Piss on your stage burn your flyer |
| We’ll fly through your car window, shoot out the tyres |
| You ain’t hot dog, no papaya |
| You’re boxed off like a flat top |
| Chopped up like crack rock |
| Bagged up in my stash spot |
| Flow dangerous, we a lock out tag |
| Short upper cut will shock you |
| You get knocked out fast |
| Shot the fuck up, cos your ass hopped out last |
| You got the smartest mouth |
| The dumbest one in the class, scared to read out loud |
| Cos everybody’ll laugh, that shit trash |
| Hook 2 — Tru Trilla |
| Out of the dark we came to light it up |
| Everybody the best but they don’t write enough |
| Man y’all a mess you better tighten up |
| Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck |
| Verse 2 — Fly Kwa |
| It’s kinda funny some niggas grow they stay the same |
| I’m blowin' smoke in a new V when I’m changin' lanes |
| Niggas talk a good game they some sore losers |
| 050 the drug that they all usin' |
| Gotta push it in the hood the money is comin' |
| If it’s beef it’s beef, if it’s nothin' it’s nothin' |
| I turn nothin into somethin with some hustles baby |
| All in the south war goin' fuckin' crazy |
| Young niggas as well, and they got em choppers |
| Who the fuck you gonna call, Ras Baraka |
| We them street soldiers, don’t wanna war with Kwa |
| We’ll have your whole house surrounded like the warrant squad |
| Hook 3 Tru Trilla |
| Out of the dark we came to light it up |
| Everybody the best but they don’t write enough |
| Man y’all a mess you better tighten up |
| Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck |
| Verse 3 — Prince Ak |
| They lost in the dark I call it private |
| The game too dim we can’t alight it |
| Gems we spit got ‘em excited |
| Flow yo it’s the tightest, rappers they try and bite it |
| Ask him, he’ll deny it |
| Prince Ak he’s the flyest |
| Genitals riders they on my private |
| My shock is glow Bruce Leroy |
| Heroin bars we’re spittin' d boy |
| We’re the real they the decoy |
| The real definition of a G Boy |
| Yeah they rappin' but they don’t write enough |
| Hear the shit that they spittin' but they ain’t as tight as us |
| Hook 4 Tru Trilla |
| Out of the dark we came to light it up |
| Everybody the best but they don’t write enough |
| Man y’all a mess you better tighten up |
| Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck |