Lil Durk - Should've Ducked (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Durk - Should've Ducked (en) Lyrics
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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 insidе a song, that
got your brother hot (Let's get it)
Thеn 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 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 (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 survive 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 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 (Still
ain't get back for no 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, blrrd)
I'm King Draco, got my name off drillin',
check the record, bitch
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
If pussy drop that song about me,
he get found without his dick
Send off a bag 'bout my lil'
cousin, they fakin', they'll
call it quit (Woah, woah)
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
(Woah), but I prefer Wock' over
Tris (Wocky over Tris)
Fucked up and let me in the
door (Woah), I went fully
on auto 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 lil' nigga up four souls, he caught
two dressed up like a junkie
They thought I was just rappin' (Blrrd),
lay that murder gang, that
shit ain't funny (Blrrd, blrrd)
You lay, the murder gang, they
come through, that shit
ain't funny (Uh, blrrd)
I'm locked in with hunters, from
the God, got killers 'round the
country (Uh, blrrd, blrrd)
I might don't need to slime 'em
out, just be yourself and
stay three hunnid (Hunnid)
We get money Monday through Saturday,
pray to Trey Day every
Sunday (Trey Day every)
My clique 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 either 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, conceal the 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
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