Duck Duck Goose

Fuckin' **** talkin' 'bout, bitch?

Before I made mills, they was hopin' I fail, well, ****, I'm poppin' out, bitch

Hittin' my stands, I still got your ho in 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 **** started, I ain't stoppin' now, bitch

Can't walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch

Bring smoke to you ****, no black and milds, bitch

Fuck it, I'm blackin' out, bitch

It's the type of shit that make a **** hide behind a heater

Type of shit that make a **** aim the choppa out the Beamer

Used to be the underdog, now I'm rockin' out arenas

Everything I touch is water and I got it by the litre

This is not a Aquafina, this PH3

Tell your offsprings, I'm D-A-D

And your bitch say I'm her B-A-E

And I love it when she give me H-E-A-D

She know I'ma kill that C-A-T

Bandana tied like P-A-C

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

****, I'm the truth

I put my life on it, I'll die in the booth

Couldn't touch me with a fly masseuse

Street **** but I still look fly in a suit

I'm the guy on the roof, I'm not a gangbanger, they lyin' to you

I'm actually the guy that they hire to shoot

I've been dyin' to shoot

I don't like rules, I'm tired of rules

A presidential that's how I introduce

Make one phone call, I fly in the troops

This a landmine, you gon' die if you move

Duck, duck, goose, ****, I'm the goose

Duck, duck, goose, ****, I'm the goose

And I ain't wanna do it, but that's what they ask for

**** 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 fuckin' backdoor

I got a Wraith big enough to put a fuckin' RAV4

Way before I had a Lambo, used to push a rad Ford

Record labels had my demo, they would push it fast forward

Now I make so much money, that I'm startin' to act bored

This shit get way too real, my ****

You gon' fuck around and make me go to jail, my ****

Shit, I say and I do what I feel, my ****

Joyner Lucas ain't got no chill, my ****

Atlantic got me back when I was starvin'

I was doin' anything to get the **** to put up the mills, my ****

Once them **** set me free

Then I became the biggest independent artist in the motherfuckin' world, my ****

I got stick up kids with me, they need jobs

I put a sign on your chain that say "Please, rob"

This a beehive, to beat me you need a mob and you need God

Might need King Kong in the tree top, couldn't even picture that 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 till I hit the fuckin' medium, huh

Speedin' on 'em, I ain't talking 'bout Expedia, huh

Ball on the mic', talking 'bout leukemia, huh

I caught a body, hopped out of the booth

This a landmine, you gon' die if you move

Duck, duck, goose, ****, I'm the goose

Duck, duck, goose, ****, I'm the goose

Hol' up

Fuckin' **** talkin' 'bout, bitch?

Before I made mills, they was hopin' I'd fail, well, ****, I'm poppin' out, bitch

Hittin' my stands, I still got your ho in 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 **** started, I ain't stoppin' now, bitch

Can't walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch

Bring smoke to you ****, no black and milds, bitch

Fuck it, I'm blackin' out, bitch

It's the type of shit that made a **** wanna catch a body

It's the shit that made a **** say that I'm Illuminati

Same shit that make me turn my killing spree to a hobby

It's a duck, duck, goose, if they ever wanna try me