"Duck Meat" lyrics

"Duck Meat"

Uh, yeah (What you 'posed to do, what you 'posed to do)
Yeah, Eastside, shorty nigga, yeah (Cicero brother)
To my brother 'nem, right?, yeah (Yeah)
To my new nigga Rider (Bitch), yeah (Yeah, EA-ski)
What

Yeah, you nigga cannot run (Whew, whew, whew)
I got so many of these bitches, we come with them guns (Uh-huh)
When the bullet fly (Whew), niggas gonna die (Whew)
Pussy nigga trapped (Whew), and them bullets fly (Whew)
Right at 'em, nigga (Whew), we gon' catch a nigga (Whew)
We gon' splat 'em nigga (Whew), put on a platter, nigga (Whew)
We be at them niggas, when we catch them niggas
Ain't no stitch, they get the- (Whew, whew, whew, whew)

Shorty surrounded with shooters, everybody havin' sticks (Yeah)
In the section kickin' shit, nothin' but some bad bitches (Yeah)
Got fifty in my bridges (Uh-huh), .30 in my Glizzy (Uh-huh)
Bitch I'm never slippin' (Uh-huh) when I step up in this bitch, you hear? (Yes sir)
Real nigga trapper of the year, make that pack disappear
Nigga ever play with any of my money, make that bitch disappear (Damn)
You skinny shit, I'll start the front of your face, pussy, yeah, ear to ear (Ooh)
And I'm like The Joker, I'll be laughin' when the bitch disappear (Hahaha)
I ain't savin' shit here, nah, I'm not superman (Fuckin' tell 'em)
I got so many hoes on my dick, I'm like ''Groupie Man'' (Groupie Man, yeah, hahaha)
So many hoes wanna be saved, I'm not stupid man (Uh, uh)
I swear to God I made them niggas hate when they hoe is fuckin' on Young Nudy, man (Damn)
When young nigga havin' all these rubberbands? (I got 'em)
Started out with guns, I didn't have nothin', do you understand? (Understand?)
Kickin' doors and wipin' nose (Yeah), all this shit for rubberbands (Word)
Watch your back, I don't fuck with ya
I'll slime you out, you not my man (Yeah, I slimed ya)

Yeah, you nigga cannot run (Whew, whew, whew)
I got so many of these bitches (Yeah), we come with them guns (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
When the bullet fly (Word, whew), niggas gonna die (Word, whew)
Pussy nigga trapped (Word, whew), and them bullets fly (Word, whew)
Right at 'em nigga (Tell 'em, whew), we gon' catch a nigga (No, for real, whew)
We gon' splat 'em nigga (Pussy, whew), put on a platter, nigga (Pussies, whew)
We be at them niggas (Pussies, whew), when we catch them niggas (Yeah, whew)
Ain't no stitch, they get the- (Slime, whew, whew, whew, whew, slime)

Nigga, everything on East Atlanta, Zone 6, I'm 'bout to smoke (Slime)
You disrespect the Slime Gang, bitch, you know we kill your hoe (Kill your hoe)
I'm cutthroat, the murderin' shit pussy, that's my mojo (Mojo)
Bullets fly, niggas die, niggas already know how that go (How that go)
Niggas try, niggas die, niggas already know how that go (I'm tryna tell you nigga)
Pullin' out them sticks, you know that bitch gon' blow (Know that bitch gon' blow)
Every time I hit a pussy, hit the flow (Pussies hit the flow)
Should have been a baller, 'cause I love a score ('Cause I love a score)
And I got the ball (And I got the ball)
8Ball, bitch I'm Slimeball (Bitch, I'm Slimeball)
Ape shit, bitch, you know my gang spread out (Yeah), and we take shit
Strip niggas make 'em take it off (Whew), pussies (Pussies)

Yeah, you nigga cannot run (Whew, whew, whew, tell 'em)
I got so many of these bitches, we come with them guns (Uh-huh, whew)
When the bullet fly (Whew), niggas gonna die (Whew)
Pussy nigga trapped (Whew), and them bullets fly (Whew)
Right at 'em nigga (Whew), we gon' catch a nigga (Whew)
We gon' splat 'em nigga (Whew), put on a platter, nigga (Whew)
We be at them niggas (Whew), when we catch them niggas (Whew)
Ain't no stitch, they get the- (Whew, whew, whew, whew)

Yeah, you
Yeah, you nigga cannot run (Whew, Zone 6 shit, nigga)
I got so many of these bitches, we come with them guns (Uh-huh)
And I strap 'em with the funds (Eastside, stand the fuck up)
(Whew, whew)
Huh


Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks, Quantavious Tavario Thomas
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