704 Prod - #DUCK Lyrics

Simp, not with it. Who's talking shit?
Sike, I don't give a f*ck
Quick audience, sick accomplishment, I just got it out the mud
Pissed off, again, cause I'm happy and you not 'cause you suck
Your bitch rock with it, tryna slide in like some moccasins, ugh
I cop offerings and opulence
You pocket watching on your opps, again
Profit margin so wide, it looks like a motherf*cking continent
Niggas knocking 'cause they not winning
I'ma knot you if you not with it
All these accolades I've gotta get
I won't stop 'til I get all of them

This bitch done told me to stick to my day job
That hoe sells lashes to one hundred followers
These bitches kettle black, and they some commoners
If you spoke, don't pedal back, I'm gonna hurt
All of y'all doubting me, all of y'all clowning me
Gon' look dumb when I blow getting seven figure pay
Saying "Hold up, nigga, wait"
I know my surroundings full of snakes

Why the venom go away?
All that static turn to magnet
Now they checking on my day
They just checking 'cause I came up
F*ck a checker, I don't play, son
I just came to f*ck the game up
How you hating and you same blood?
Big titties, them shits stay cupped
Fat Joe, I'm all the way up
Balled up with your bitch, laid up
Get smoked, roach, I came to raid yea
F*ck bets, just hand me the wager
Act an ass, knew you was fake, ugh
Ratatat, aim for his brain, ugh
Tabernac', aim for his face, ugh
Excuse my French, bitch, I'm insane
I'm pescatarian but I am with the beef
Check your marriage, and your family tree
I gave her wood way back with the meets
My area where the calamity be
Talk and push me and I'm happy to swing
You soft and gushy, you just act like a beast
My classmates be asking what happened to me
Yea, they call me pussy, I am what I eat