Duck Lyrics

Hey, here comes the funk of the future

And I can rock a rhyme from Perquorma to Hoover

The westside kid, quick to do a bid

Just watch me cock the glock and make room

Shit man I got a 12 guage with the infrared scope

I found a Tec 9 it use to be a radio

But now I'm a G, psycho, crazy

Fuck what you say and buck buck and I'm suazy

In my rag coup, front and back and it's quick

Punks with bump and that 3 wheel shit

'Cause that's all you need when you need to be poppin'

Bust a U-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and

Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know what I'm sayin' 'cuz?

Who got the wallet, 'cause I'm buzzed

I got the black mack-11, sendin' fools to heaven

Get the fuck out my way, this is Compton fool just

Duck, duck, I'm about to bust some rounds

Duck, duck, I'm fiendin' to bust some rounds

Duck, duck, yeah, I'm about to bust some rounds

Duck, duck

Yo check it, they be like "He's a maniac"

Yeah, bitch ant that's real, get the fuck up out the car and just peel

Yo punk I said right before I crash you in the grill

With the ass of my glock, watch the blood spill

Gangstas got love the nigga King Tee

Just ask 'em who's the great weight, just watch 'em scream me

Quick with the punch, rollin' like clunch

Coming with the real shit, runnin' with a bunch of crazy niggas with wires

Hammers and players, your money and your blood

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I be goin' so low, you can't get under

Niggas can't see me, ask Stevie Wonder, blazed in the chronic

Bumpin' delphonics and my shit's screamin' like that group Onyx

But hey, I'm the man that'll bust that ass open

When I was young me BB gun even has a scope so

Duck, duck, I'm about to bust some rounds

Duck, duck, I'm fiendin' to bust some rounds

Duck, duck, yeah, I'm about to bust some rounds

Duck, duck

God damn, it's King Tee with the funky bumrush

Smoke a lot of herb but I never hit the dust

I can wreck them efx 'cause I ain't got my check, baby

This ain't no punk shakin' shit, I'm goin' crazy

I think I'm goin' out of my head say what

I said I think I'm going out of my head, so E-Swift

Since you rule in the cuts, give me the gun

And just duck, come on

Yo, I got a black case but it ain't for the mase

It's for the 4-4 I use to blast you in the face

'Cause I be actin' kind of triflin' like my nigga Tela

Cock the hammer blow you out your socks and your Filas

Which way did he go? Which way did he go?

Niggas don't know, I got to play the down low

Punks, jump up and get blasted to the ground

So motherfucker duck, I'm about to bust a 'round

Duck, duck, I'm about to bust some rounds

Duck, duck, I'm fiendin' to bust some rounds

Duck, duck, yeah, I'm about to bust some rounds

Duck, duck