Joyner Lucas - Duck Duck Goose lyrics

[Intro] Ayy [Refrain] fu*k these ni**as talking ’bout, b*tch? (Oh) Before I made mills, they was hopin’ I fail, well, ni**a, I’m poppin’ out, b*tch Hittin’ my stands, I still got your ho on my pants, like a pocket [?], b*tch (Oh, oh, oh) Stick to my plan, got plenty M on my van, I’m hoppin’ out, b*tch It done got a ni**a started, I ain’t stoppin’ now, b*tch Can’t walk in my shoes, these crocodile, b*tch Bring smoke to you ni**as, no [?] mouth, b*tch fu*k it, I’m blackin’ out, b*tch [Verse 1] It’s the type of sh*t that make a ni**a hide behind a heater Type of sh*t that make a ni**a aim the choppa at the Bimmer/Beamer (Oh, oh, oh) Used to be the underdog, now I’m rockin’ out arenas Everything I touch is water and I got it by the litter (Oh, oh) This is not the Aquafina, that’s PH3 Tell your offsprings, I’m D-A-D (Boom, boom) And you b*tch say I’m her B-A-E And I love it when she give me H-E-A-D She know I’ma kill that C-A-T (Hey) Bandana tied like B-A-C (Hey) I don’t even get high off THC I got a natural vibe, ADHD I’ve been B-A-D since I was like two (Facts) ni**a, I’m the truth I put my life on it, I’ll die in the booth (Ayy) Couldn’t touch me with a fly masseuse Street ni**a but I still look fly in a suit (Fly in a suit) I’m the guy on the roof, I’m not gangbanger, they lyin’ to you I’m actually the guy that they hire to shoot (Bah, bah, yeah) I’ve been dyin’ to shoot I don’t like rules, I’m tired of rules A president, yeah, that’s how I introduce Make one phone call, I’m flyin’ the troops (Yeah) [Chorus] This a landmine, you gon’ die if you move (Yeah) Duck, duck, goose, ni**a, I’m the goose (Duck) Duck, duck, goose, ni**a, I’m the goose (Duck) [Verse 2] And I ain’t wanna do it, but that’s what they ask for ni**as ask for so much that I had to act poor And I might just sleep on the Maybach floor I got a safe big enough to put a fu*kin’ backdoor (Oh, oh, oh) I got a Wraith big enough to put a fu*kin’ [?] Way before I had a Lambo, I used to push rad Ford (Oh, oh, oh) Record labels had my demo, they would push it fast forward Now I make so much money, that I’m startin’ to act bored (Oh) This sh*t get way too real, my ni**a You gon’ fu*k around and make me go to jail, my ni**a (Yeah, yeah, yeah) sh*t I figured I’d do what I feel, my ni**a Joyner Lucas ain’t got no chill, my ni**a (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Atlanta got me back when I was starvin’, I was doin’ anything to get my ni**as to put up the mills, my ni**a (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Once them ni**as [?], I became the biggest independent artist in the motherfu*kin’ world, my ni**a (Oh, oh) I got stick up kids with me, they need jobs I put a sign on your chain that say, “Please, rob” (Please, rob) Just a [?], to beat me you need a mob or you need God Might need King Kong and a tree top, couldn’t even picture with a screenshot (With a screenshot) If Eve gave me the apple, I’d be Steve Jobs Don’t give me advice, go read on Wikipedia, huh Swervin’ on ’em ’til I hit the fu*kin’ medium/million, huh Speedin’ on ’em, I ain’t talking ’bout a [?], huh Ball on the mic’, talking ’bout [?], huh I caught a body, hopped out of the both (Yeah) [Chorus] This a landmine, you gon’ die if you move (Yeah) Duck, duck, goose, ni**a, I’m the goose (Duck) Duck, duck, goose, ni**a, I’m the goose (ni**a, I’m the goose) [Refrain] Hol’ up fu*k these ni**as talking ’bout, b*tch? (Oh) Before I made mills, they was hopin’ I fail, well, ni**a, I’m poppin’ out, b*tch Hittin’ my stands, I still got your ho on my pants, like a pocket [?], b*tch (Oh, oh, oh) Stick to my plan, got plenty M on my van, I’m hoppin’ out, b*tch It done got a ni**a started, I ain’t stoppin’ now, b*tch Can’t walk in my shoes, these crocodile, b*tch Bring smoke to you ni**as, no [?] mouth, b*tch fu*k it, I’m blackin’ out, b*tch [Outro] It’s the type of sh*t that made a ni**a wanna catch a body It’s the sh*t that made a ni**a say that I’m Illuminati Same sh*t that make me turn my killing spree to a hobby It’s a duck, duck, goose, if they ever wanna try me