Lil Durk - Should’ve Ducked lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk] DJ FMCT Ayy, they told me I can’t be around no gang members Y’all got me fu*ked up, ni**a I go everywhere with my killers, man DJ Bandz, oh, man Yeah, let’s get it [Verse 1: Lil Durk & Pooh Shiesty] Throw that mask on, when you jump out first you better blast (Yeah) We don’t like slow sh*t, on hits, them switchers (Brrt) fast (Gang) Ain’t gon lie, the city haul with strikers, they don’t last (Turn up) When you poppin’ with your killers, you better check your guys (Man, what) We don’t party on other blocks, they fu*k with other opps (Let’s get it) Then come ’round like you gang, that got your brother shot (Brrah) You say his namе inside a song, that got your brother hot (Let’s gеt it) Then leave him hangin’ without a lawyer, that sh*t dumb as fu*k (Pussy) You come outside without your gun, lil’ boy, you dumb as fu*k (Dumb as fu*k) Ain’t no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (Brrah) I told my PO through the gate that I get high as fu*k (I get high as fu*k) She ask me how high do I get, I told her high as Duck (Tooka) My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin’ Glockies (Gettin’ Glocks) I told him I only drink wocky, he say I’m gettin’ co*ky (Let’s get it) All them b*tches wanna fu*k me, I don’t give them money One b*tch thought I told her, “Yeah,” I said, “You better block me” He survived one to the head, but it fu*ked up his body You think he off a eight or red the way that ni**a noddin’ He don’t even know ’bout drugs, he sell lean, OxyContin You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil’ boy Ashley Robin Man, he talkin’ ’bout gang in this b*tch (Why he callin’, talkin’ ’bout gang?) He ain’t get back from that one sh*t, man his gang ain’t on sh*t ‘Fonem posted up outside, Dracos hanging and sh*t Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous and sh*t (Brrr, brrr, brrr) [Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty] I’m King Draco, got my name off drilling, check the record, b*tch (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) If pussy dropped this song about me, he get found without his dick Send off a bag ’bout my lil’ cousin, they fakin’, they’ll call the quits They made me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong sh*t Might still sip when I get low, but I prefer Wock over trip fu*ked up and let me in the door, I went fully on auto sticks I’m Mr. Slime ‘Em Out, I caught his backdoor, unlocked on the lick Or Mr. Leave No Evidence, know my criminal book hella thick (On God) You ni**as goose, ain’t got no gun You went away, your ass is dumb I’m on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn’t wait to get some money My lil’ ni**a up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie They thought I was just rappin’ Lately, murder gang, that sh*t ain’t funny You know the murder gang, they come through, that sh*t ain’t funny I’m locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers ’round the country I might don’t need to slime ’em out, just be yourself and stay 300 We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday My clique tied up in the field, won’t never hear me go out runnin’ Post up a pic like I’m in LA, but the whole time I’m with gun We ain’t tryna keep hearin’ ’bout that sh*t you did, go get active again It’s either eat or get ate on my side, I’ma fu*k the drops and go and spin Three and O, we skunkin’ sh*t, get one more kill, conceal the win Beef with us, won’t never land ’till y’all get hit up with them pens Can’t come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N We caught one of them pussies drunk, he died before he dropped the hint Got ’bout ten whips in my garage and still don’t know what to get in Take all the embers out the cat, tint out the window ‘fore I spin (Shh, brrr, tint out the window ‘fore I spin, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)