Duck

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FTO Sett - Rap, USA

Duck

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[Intro] (Ayy, Draco, how you do that?) You know a nigga prankin' We gon' shoot up where he live for the blog You know I don't play like that Shit, right there was my response back to him Fuck-nigga You weren't in no shootout, nigga Hoes be dick pullin' Still in the south, ain't got no smoke, man I don't wanna be down here, but, you know? Taught these niggas somethin' Gave 'em God [Chorus] Fully auto chop' at your block, make 'em duck (Make 'em duck) You keep on runnin', we trackin' that Jeep Your lil' man's down, and you ditchin' the city Soon as he crack a three, he gettin' hit with them switches Geek, the oppin' ass niggas, they be cliquin' (Fully) First, a band Blew that shit on ammunition (On fullies) Soon as I signed, I blew me a ticket (Blew me a ticket) I ain't goin' back and forth with no nigga [Verse] All that woofin', get scratched, like a ticket (Scratch him off) That's lotto on your head if you mention I ain't worried 'bout lil' bruh doin' sneak disses Fuck 'round, get washed up in the mix (Wash him up) Opp, caught him in block and we blitzed him (Blizted him) Got faith in lil' cuz, right here, he don't miss (Miss him) Nigga can't hide in this lil' ass city (City) I ain't doin' no respondin', I'm actually spinnin' (Spinnin') Bump down in any nigga hood with three-sixty (With this pocket) I put pins on the back of all of ten milli' (Brrt) Back in 2019, niggas wasn't with it (Wasn't with it) Doin' no fakin', niggas really my enemy (My enemy) Gang got locked, we was still independent (Pendent) Rap-niggas tryna link, we was snatchin' they pinky (Snatchin' they links) Ain't no back to back, niggas gettin' killed 'bout these links Movin' with smackers, your niggas be weak (They weak) Before one, we was keep playin' runnin' and snatchin' (Snatchin') Did this shit ballet, ain't no ref shackin' (I hate that shit) I hate you niggas, that's my bad habit (I hate you niggas) They vouchin' for him, I heard he ain't clappin' (He ain't nothin') Big bruh said, "You ain't doin' no spinnin'" (I ain't on shit, G) If I ain't shootin', then I'm givin' the go Get 'em Ain't too many steps 'fore he fall (Hit him in his face) Body lock up and his knees get weak (Knock his leg off) Ain't no nigga never did shit to me Shit get ugly wherever we creep (Wherever we creep) Niggas callin' in 'bout this beef ('Bout this beef) Automatic smoke, we ditchin' the three (Ditchin' it) I ain't call Medusa, that shit weak (Callin' no 'Dusa) Blockin' shit off and we cuttin' off streets (Let's go) Ain't no murder over there where your killers be (Be) Line 'em up to my paper, no KG (No KG) (What the fuck, nigga?) [Chorus] Fully auto chop' at your block, make 'em duck (Make 'em duck) You keep on runnin', we trackin' that Jeep (Trackin' that Jeep) Your lil' man's down, and you ditchin' the city (Ditchin') Soon as he crack a three, he gettin' hit with them switches Geek, the oppin' ass niggas, they be cliquin' (Fully) First, a band Blew that shit on ammunition (On fullies) Soon as I signed, I blew me a ticket (Blew me a ticket) I ain't goin' back and forth with no nigga (Rap-nigga)

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Credits

Writers
  • FTO Sett
  • DracoKid