Duke LO'key - Son Who Lyrics

F*ck that, son who, gun you, Look what I done to, young crews that tried to come through

Owe me loot
They turn up floatin' like rafts and cannon

I'm laughing at dude for thinking he as raw as my crew

From Houston alleys to Paulding County my name ring bells like free phone sex rallies
We never name names We just be pointing infrared beams
And watch the barrel start to spit flames

Insane from birth, flip game with words Inflict pain and it hurts
Leave a mother f*cker split in half I heard you talking this and that

Duke grips gats, spits raps and bitch slaps
I'll lock it down, cock the pound
Be careful who you talk around
Cops found another mic to draw the white chalk around

I'll shoot a cap through your derby
Laminate your motherf*ckin' head, save it for taxidermy

I put bullets where they're supposed to go
All up in your face and leave a hundred holes
MC's can't cope?

Keep your third eye closed
Brace for impact that'll reverb from each verse I spoke

I go choke for choke broke for broke

Imagine Me as the kingpin of game pimpin'
Hoppin' out the back of black Continental Lincolns

Lemme put these f*ckin' words in your head, real nice simple and plain
My gun'll make you levitate; in the streets, I'm David Blaine
Deranged and insane in fact that shits engraved in my membrane