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[Part I: DUCK DUCK GOOSE] [Verse] I went cop Margiela I still rock on Pelle Brand new jacket yellow Alla Vodka, Penne Duck shot hit umbrella My bitch sweet just like a beignet Seat coat got vanilla Suicoke, I don't wear 'em Blades they on propeller Tell them folks I might just Zelle them (Skrrt) Lotus blowin' flower, I can see how niggas jealous And I know my momma proud, her support got me in my bag Sing these songs out to the crowd, ain't no way I could imagine Ain't no way I could imagine Nuh-uh-uh, that's not allowed, 'cause them folks they're right there spazzing Bеtter always come correct, whеn ya' talkin to the captain Couple carats on my neck, I feel just like bunny rabbit Niggas stylin' wit' da Tec', got a glove like Michael Jackson Get enough to stack the bread, 'cause I wan' duck off in Nebraska I want the crib that got the pasture You keep the cash I want the masters On the low he ducking past 'em I got the key, you got it backwards Aye, gotta up dat fye when disrespect Gotta keep one in the eye, that's in the head I was born in late July, you know I'm lit Gotta keep one in the sky, that's for the dead Hit a lick and catch a stain wit' da set Groomer baby, so she damn near a vet Young nigga small change had to stretch Ain't never wear a pair of Balmains, that's a bet [Part II: ALL LOVE] [Verse] I can say [?] you know it's all part of the game In a way I don't ball out [?] doin' cocaine My competitor [?] so they was snatchin' a chain I told that lil' bitch that my motion perpetual, gotta throw [?] I put that on my name, yeah Down south in an Acura, thinkin' bout range Those who shootin' be accurate, hit you from ranges [?] I though I could crank it In the back of my mind, I still think I'm the same kid 'Cause if you diss me on the low, you know I gotta hit ya' 'Cause if you try me, I'm a treat you like [an issue?] That magazine guarantee you [bitch gon' ?] My bitch, she rock CELINE, and she know to keep a pistol It's just a couple things, only reason that I missed ya' Lil Spike gon' get the rings, I feel like Sonic on a mission I tell you a lot, but you don't listen I didn't [want?] the vision Ridin' round town, downtown Orlando, I'm writin' 'bout division I told them multiply the facts you gettin', they just listen I don't give a fuck about all that, subtract it from addition It came up penny pinching, never waitin' for a pension Comin' up out them projects, [circle's dances?] turn to prison sentence Them niggas move with vengeance, all up in the spot it land us Dope boy ain't leave no witness, guarantee they let him finish I know that they [fossilfied?] him At 4 or 5 AM Got flight at 10:30 Shit, you know how my mind racing