"Should've Ducked" lyrics

[Lil Durk:]
D-D-D-DJ FMCT
Ay, 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
For sure, for sure
Yeah, let's get it

[Lil Durk {Pooh Shiesty}:]
Throw that mask on, when you jump out first, you better blast (Yeah)
V don't like slow shit on hits, them switches (Frrt) fast (Gang)
Ain't gon' lie, the city hot with strikers, they don't last (Turn up)
When you pop in with your killers, you better check your gas (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 inside a song, that got your brother hot (Let's get it)
Then leave him hangin' without a lawyer, that shit dumb as fuck (Pussy)
You come outside without your gun, little 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 P.O. 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 (And 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 'em 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 an eight of red the way that nigga noddin'
He don't even know 'bout drugs, he say, "Lean. OxyContin."
You tryna judge him off his looks, that little 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 {Still ain't get back for his gang}
Foenem posted up outside (Shit), Dracos hangin' and shit {King Drac', I let it hang}
Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous as shit {Blrrd, blrrd, big blrrd}

[Pooh Shiesty:]
I'm King Draco, got my name off drillin', check the records, bitch (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
If pussy drop that song about me, he gettin' found without his dick
Send off a bag 'bout my little cousin, they're fakin', they'll call it quit (whoa, whoa)
They make me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong shit (Say the wrong shit)
Might still sip when I get low (whoa), but I prefer Wock' over Tris (Wocky over Tris)
Fucked up and let me in the door (whoa), I went fully on all the sticks (Sticks)
I'm Mr. Slime-'Em-Out (Blrrd), I caught his back door, unlocked on a lick (Blrrd)
Or Mr. Leave-No-Evidence (Blrrd), know my criminal book hella thick (On God)
You niggas goose, ain't got no gun, you went away, your ass a dummy
I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn't wait to get some money
My little nigga up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie
They thought I was just rappin', lay that murder gang, that shit ain't funny (Blrrd, blrrd)
You lay, the murder gang, they'll come through, that shit ain't funny (Blrrd)
I'm locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers 'round the country (Blrrd, blrrd)
I might don't need to slime 'em out, just be yourself and stay three hundred (Three hundred)
We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday (Trey Day every)
My cleats tied up in the field (Blrrd), won't never hear me go out runnin' (Nope)
Post up a pic like I'm in L.A., but the whole time I'm with gun (Blrrd, blrrd)
Ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout that shit you did, go get active again (The whole time)
It's eat or get ate on my side, I'ma fuck the drops and go and spin (Spin)
Three and O, we skunkin' shit, get one more kill, consider it a win (Win)
Beef with us, won't never land 'til y'all get hit up with them pens (Pens)
Can't come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N (Blrrd, blrrd)
We caught one of them pussies drunk, he died before he dropped the Henn' (Blrrd, blrrd)
Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and still don't know what to get in (Take off)
Take off the emblems out the 'Cat, tint out the window 'fore I spin (Shh, blrrd)

Tint out the window 'fore I spin
Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd