Sick Duck

Your eyes are so red, it's so cute
 I'm that motherfucker
 Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck
 Chopper bang up on my nigga 'til my wrist stuck
 Wrist froze like my wrist stuck
 Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck
 And if you swinging, keep your fists up
 Get up, pussy nigga tryna sick duck
 Chopper stutter sounds like bitch talk
 And when it stutter make a bitch talk
 They ain't know the clique I had to put him on
 Shawty in my DMs made her favorite song
 She said boy you blowing know where you come from
 Fist on knuckle knuckles if you act tough
 Got a lotta choppers I ain't scared of those
 Got 30 clip that get rid of hoes
 Magazine with a centerfold
 While a bitch ride me like a Benz truck
 And we so so dirty
 Nigga we been up
 I must have fathered the niggas 'cause they wanna hear something
 When I'm with the clique
 Don't try to say hi to me
 When I reply
 It's like they won the lottery
 You not my mama
 Don't care if you're proud of me
 When I hide millies
 Hakuna Matata
 Your baby mama so proud to be fond of me
 Oh yes indeed, she creamin' on top of me
 Sleep with a strap and a bitch no monogamy
 Free all my brodies locked up like monopoly
 I'm that motherfucker
 Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck
 Chopper bang up on my nigga 'til my wrist stuck
 Wrist froze like my wrist stuck
 Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck
 And if you swinging keep your fists up
 Get up, pussy nigga tryna sick duck
 Chopper stutter sounds like bitch talk
 And when it stutter make a bitch talk
 I already told you, I don't even fucking care
 Twisting my wrist, swing my fist in the air
 Swinging my fist and my wrist and my hair
 Bitch lick my dick and her man watching scared
 Punk slut shawty (yeah)
 Throw it at the party (yuh)
 In my crib with my bitch bumping Playboi Carti
 Karm got dreads, he like to swing just like he Bob Marley
 Just got brain, it's so insane, yuh that shit was retarded
 Pulled a strain, that shit so dank it smell like someone fart
 Put that icing on her face like a pop tart
 Bitch I'll hit the folks on a cop car
 Mixing Adderall with my Wokhardt
 I'm that motherfucker
 Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck
 Chopper bang up on my nigga 'til my wrist stuck
 Wrist froze like my wrist stuck
 Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck
 And if you swinging keep your fists up
 Get up, pussy nigga tryna sick duck
 Chopper stutter sounds like bitch talk
 And when it stutter make a bitch talk, talk, talk
 I'm a wonder boy
 Always lost, always wandering
 I see these big billboards, I wanna see myself right in front of it
 I don't mean to be the elephant
 But life is really what you make of it
 I'm a wonder boy
 Always lost never making sense
 Always trying to find my way through the mud instead of walking on the pavement
 Life is a creation
 So why wouldn't I create something?
 Am I in my head?
 Am I just inside all the things around me that I don't understand?
 Am I just a voice inside
 An empty house again?
 I'm wasting all my time
 All for a second to rest
 Why is it moving so fast?