Joyner Lucas - Duck Duck Goose Lyrics

Ayy
F*ck you niggas talking 'bout, bitch? (Oh)
Before I made mills, they was hopin' I fail
Well, nigga, I'm poppin' out, bitch (Joyner)
Hittin' my stance, I still got your ho on my pants, like a pocket dial, bitch
Stick to my plan, got plenty ammo in my van, I'm hoppin' out, bitch
They done got a nigga started, I ain't stoppin' now, bitch
Can't walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch
Bring smoke to you niggas, no Black & Milds, bitch
F*ck it, I'm blackin' out, bitch

This the type of shit'll make a nigga hide behind a heater
Type of shit that make a nigga aim a choppa at the Bimmer
Used to be the underdog, now I'm rockin' out arenas
Everything I touch is water and I got about a liter
This is not no Aquafina, this PH3
Tell your off springs, I'm D-A-D
And you bitch say I'm her B-A-E
And I love it when she give me H-E-A-D (Joyner)
She know I'ma kill that C-A-T (hey)
Bandana tied like B-A-C (hey)
I don't even get high off THC
I got a natural vibe, ADHD
I've been B-A-D since I was like two (facts)
Nigga, I am the truth
I put my life on it, I'll die in the booth (ayy)
Couldn't touch me with a fly masseuse
Street nigga, but I still look fly in a suit (fly in a suit)
I'm the guy on the roof, I'm not gangbanger, they lyin' to you
I'm actually the guy that they hire to shoot (bah, bah, yeah)
I've been dyin' to shoot
I don't like rules, I'm tired of rules
I'm presidential, that's how I introduce
Make one phone call, I fly in the troops (yeah)

This a landmine, you gon' die if you move (yeah)
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (duck)
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (duck)

And I ain't wanna do it, but that's what they ask for
Niggas ask for so much that I had to act poor
And I might just sleep on the Maybach floor
I got a safe big enough to put a f*ckin' backdoor
I got a Wraith big enough to put a f*ckin' RAV4
Way before I had a Lambo, used to push a RAV4
Record labels had my demo, they were pushin' fast forward
Now I make so much money, that I'm startin' to act bored (oh)
This shit get way too real, my nigga
You gon' f*ck around and make me go to jail, my nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit, I say and I do what I feel, my nigga
Joyner Lucas ain't got no chill, my nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Atlantic got me back when I was starvin'
I was doin' anything to get my niggas to put up the mills, my nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Once them niggas set me free
Then I became the biggest independent artist in the motherf*ckin' world, my nigga
I got stick up kids with me, they need jobs
I put a sign on your chain that say, "Please, rob" (please, rob)
Just a beehive, to beat me you need a mob and you need God
Might need King Kong and a tree top
Couldn't even picture with a screenshot (With a screenshot)
If Eve gave me the apple, I'd be Steve Jobs
Don't give me advice, go read on Wikipedia, huh
Swervin' on 'em 'til I hit the f*ckin' medium, huh
Speedin' on 'em, I ain't talkin' 'bout Expedia, huh
Ball on 'em, I ain't talkin' 'bout leukemia, huh
I caught a body, hopped out of the both (Joyner)

This a landmine, you gon' die if you move (yeah)
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (nigga, I'm the goose)

Hol' up
F*ck you niggas talking 'bout, bitch? (Oh)
Before I made mills, they was hopin' I fail
Well, nigga, I'm poppin' out, bitch (Joyner)
Hittin' my stance, I still got your ho on my pants, like a pocket dial, bitch
Stick to my plan, got plenty ammo in my van, I'm hoppin' out, bitch
They done got a nigga started, I ain't stoppin' now, bitch
Can't walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch
Bring smoke to you niggas, no Black & Milds, bitch
F*ck it, I'm blackin' out, bitch

It's the type of shit that made a nigga wanna catch a body
It's the shit that made a nigga say that I'm Illuminati
Same shit that made me turn my killing spree to a hobby
It's a duck, duck, goose, if they ever wan' try me