Mike Will Made It - Duck lyrics

[Produced By Mike WILL Made-it] [Intro] What's happening? Come on man What's up with these n***as man? Yeahhh n***a Millz with that New York sh** man One time for my n***a T in this b**h Yeah Tired of these n***as, me [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I can make her do tricks Make the b**h do splits Write your name on a bullet like a gift I'm St. Nick Overdosing off the dough Comatosing on the low Keep my hands on some coke Like Guns n' Roses, rock n' roll The guns we tote is not for show Welcome to the murder show Welcome to the murder capital That's capital NO That's New Orleans It's you or me If that's so, you gotta go You drop the gun I drop the world I drop some cash You drop the soap Rep that soo-woo dada do I just got Bluetooth on my stove You don't wan try me like Dej Loaf Yeah I know, I know, I know My Spanish ho she love me so She say “amor amor amor” These lil boys don't want no war Them toy soldiers, G.I. Joe Mystical Here I go, here I go Vehicle, Diablo All black, white seats, piano Yeah you're from Santiago You don't want no fiasco We don't do Donnie Brasco And tell your crew I said let's go Tell your crew I said leggo [Hook: Shanell] Oh it's way past midnight Shadows in them streetlights Gotta trap for them n***as tryna act like A b**h ain't got a whole team right Yeah ahh He think that he gone take it from me He said I should give it up cause he got money Told him I don't think that I can please ya But I got a bunch of k**as wanna meet ya [Verse 2: Jae Millz] All of my n***as is real, all of my n***as is solid All of my money is in rubber bands, I do not carry a wallet All of my b**hes stay ready, soon as I walk in she gon pop it Everyday I be floating, forever on autopilot If that n***a ain't got my money though Wrap him up like a mummy though Regular wolves howl at the moon My wolves come out when it's sunny though My n***as ain't got no words with police You tell the cops what they wanna know This sh** right here is my dummy flow No Ibaka but I bring that thunder though Your girl a jumpoff, I holler "Geronimo" Slam in that p**y like dominos That boy Millz he got beats and all kinds of flows What you think Weezy signed me for? Stayed down and I'm still down True definition of lo-yal My style timeless, my style vintage, Crown Ro-yal From birth to now, heart Big like L, Notorious, and Pun I want what I deserve, and some Yeah I'm ballin' - And 1 All my n***as outside with me All my n***as down the ride with me And every freak that that I ever meet Gotta f** my girl if she slide with me That's word [Hook: Shanell] Oh it's way past midnight Shadows in them streetlights Gotta trap for them n***as tryna act like A b**h ain't got a whole team right Yeah ahh He think that he gone take it from me He said I should give it up cause he got money Told him I don't think that I can please ya But I got a bunch of k**as wanna meet ya [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] We kick down the door, said it before We did not come round to play games with you n***as They say you nobody til somebody k**s ya Well I'm bout to make you a famous lil n***a No game in this k**er, murder he wrote Can get life behind bars with these murderous quotes The flow is like meth, it's like crack, it's like h**n Yes I am spitting this dope I am the future, I'm seeing right through you I'm so New Orleans but I do not know voodoo My piece will come face-to-face with you like Oovoo Have n***as searching for you like it's Google, I'm brutal I've been slept on for a long time Been patient for a minute, now I want mine I hear a lot of n***as talking down I'ma put my mothaf**in foot where the sun don't shine Can't rhyme in a cypher like this I've been rockin with the best They don't put me on the list I'm an underground king Underrated in the streets favorite Every street corner gonna speak bout this Rest in peace Pimp C Still got the muddy cup full of Morgan Freeman Yep, lean on me Like Wu Tang, cash rules everything around me You know I got the cream on me Gun barrel smoking like hydro Middle fingers up, f** five-o Still repping B's like a H-town n***a When I'm finished in this b**h call Geico You looking at a god man, I put that on the Bible k**in' everything f** rivals Hundred round drum on the stick When I let the b**h off man it sound like pyro [Hook: Shanell] Oh it's way past midnight Shadows in them streetlights Gotta trap for them n***as tryna act like A b**h ain't got a whole team right Yeah ahh He think that he gone take it from me He said I should give it up cause he got money Told him I don't think that I can please ya But I got a bunch of k**as wanna meet ya