Lil Wayne - Duck lyrics

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 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 dope Comatosn 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 N.O 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 doe I just got Bluetooth on my stove You dont want try me like Dej Loaf Yeah I know I know I know My Spanish hoe she love me so She say, amo amo amo 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 your folks 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 lets go [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 [Jae Millz:] All of my n***as is real, all of my n***as is silent 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 gone pop it Everyday I be floating, floating 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 right here is my dummy flow No Ibaka but I bring that thunder though Your girl a jumpoff, [?] Geronimo Slam in that p**y like dominos That boy Millz he got beats and all kinds of flows What yall think Weezy signed me for? Stayed down and Im still down True definition of lo-yal My style timeless, my style vintage] as Crown Ro-yal From birth to now, heart big like El Notorious and Pun I want what I deserve, and some Yeah Im ballin, And1 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 [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 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 Wootang 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 repine B's like an 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