Duck Hunting

Lyrics

[Intro: 3200 Tre] (It's a Wayne beat) (Marc Boomin, this you?) Hmm, I like when my cup full and it's cold as fuck (Fuck the fire, we got grease) Like [Verse 1: 3200 Tre] Hmm, I like when my cup filled and it's cold as fuck Hmm, I look good in white gold and rosy stuff Hmm, I can't have no white girl, I'm gettin' Rosey stuffed Hmm, don't be scared to spend that pape', nigga, quit holdin' bucks Hmm, I can rap on anythin', nigga, load it up Hmm, you ain't high until you fall asleep holdin' a cup Huh, I cannot pour no deuce, only fours and up Hmm, it's only twenty-four in here, I got Kobe tuck Shit, I guess I must've use the rest I'm a million dollar nigga, I can't be doin' shit for less That is not my bitch, bae, I just be usin' her for neck I upped the scorе in real life, but I'm probably losin' on the 'nеt Like, I don't use my platform to promo fuck shit Hmm, I just made eight thousand today, I'm finna tuck six Hmm, I pop a Perc' and hit my cup, so I don't nut quick Hmm, I never lose, I'm cookin' up, I got that one wrist I got that one hand, I got them one fingers Huh, I'm just gon' buy new outfit, I never come cleaners Huh, fuck the grass that's over there, I think my trunk greener Hmm, nigga, stop sprayin' the 'bows, you usin' Runtz cleaner [Verse 2: RMC Mike] I got all A's, I got some head from my drunk teacher She wanna feel it in her stomach, stuck it much deeper My chopper got PTSD, it like to touch people I heard your shows gettin' canceled, wasn't enough people Wasn't enough bodies, wasn't enough money Overalls with Balenci' boots goin' duck huntin' Glock be speakin' to me, he like, "Mike, I wanna touch somethin'" My brother Reed just poured a pint just for the fuck of it Let me grab a cup, let me grab some ice Reese caught a body and they gave 'em a half a life Droppin' off dirty loads of money, need a bath tonight We made a million out the hood, we got braggin' rights Uh, brand new Glock out the box, let's put a body on it This nigga poured up some pie, I threw some jollies on it Bitch aggressive with the head and she sloppy on it Take a bitch and build up her body, I'm Ronnie Coleman Hmm, Gaffle Boyz in this bitch, we got pape' for days A lot of water on us now, we can make a wave I'm finna buss a big clock down, shout out Flavor Flav We do the same job, but nigga, we don't get paid the same I make a bunch more If you ain't come to make pape', what you come for? She got great head, but she a dumb whore Hmm, I'm high as fuck off this X but give me one more And a Oxy too Hmm, fuck for a hour and a half, that's what Oxy's do The K got some rust on it but the Glocky new Shit, if my brother send some shots, I'ma pop him too Gotta keep it honest with these niggas, you're not the truth Like you not number one and we're not the two Hmm, rappin' all that bullshit, kick him out the booth He thought I wasn't strapped, I pulled a .43 out my boot