Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I ain't even in the mood, homie, get from 'round me
I got too much on my mind, I don't need no company
You can hit me on my phone, but I'll probably let it ring
On the real, tryna chill, tryna do my own thing
Got me ducked off, ducked off
I be ducked off, ducked off
I be ducked off, ducked off
I be ducked off, ducked off
[Verse 2]
Not today, I'm in my own zone
Don't even call my phone, just leave me the fuck alone
Everybody looking for a favor on the low
Smirking all in my face, bitch, get the fuck out my mood
Try being nice to these **** but they take the kindness for weak
Mouse what you got for me, always had to look out for me
But they don't care 'bout my daughter breathing conditions
And they don't care how my baby mama be tripping
I ain't your crash dummy, I ain't your gas money
I ain't that **** that's gon' let you take my last from me
That's why I stay to myself, the **** do be bugging
Soon as I walk on the scene they like, Mouse shoot me something
Hit the road, ****, get out my Range
People say they your people, don't one know your last name
That further let's me know that you ain't feeling my pain
When I let the phone ring the machine probably saying
[Verse 3]
I ain't even in the mood, homie, get from round me
I got too much on my mind, I don't need no company
You can hit me on my phone, but I'll probably let it ring
On the real, tryna chill, tryna do my own thing
Got me ducked off, ducked off
I be ducked off, ducked off
I be ducked off, ducked off
I be ducked off, ducked off
[Verse 4]
Well lately I been on some me, myself, and I shit
I don't need no other **** to smoke and get high with
You can hit me on my hip, but I'm probably in my zone
I got 'bout 30 missed calls, I never answer the phone
All I need is some good weed, my lil' burner and that's a wrap
I'm a 5-0-4 ****, dog, I gotta stay strapped
No matter where you catch me at, ****, I be ducked off
And I don't need no company, ****, get the fuck on
I ain't got time to sit around, be faking and stunting
While you **** fucking around, I'm chasing this money
They be like Shell, where you been, what, you don't fuck with your dog?
I be like, nah, I just been chilling, ducked the fuck off
If you don't see me in the hood or even chilling on the block
I'm probably ducked off 'cause the street's too hot
I ain't even got time, homie, I ain't got no holler
So don't even hit my phone 'cause I don't wanna be bothered
[Verse 5]
I ain't even in the mood, homie, get from round me
I got too much on my mind, I don't need no company
You can hit me on my phone, but I'll probably let it ring
On the real, tryna chill, tryna do my own thing
Got me ducked off, ducked off
I be ducked off, ducked off
I be ducked off, ducked off
I be ducked off, ducked off
[Verse 6]
Well this year I'm in a whole other zone
I'm never slipping, never ride without the chrome
My mama looked at me, my baby boy grown
Grandma told the stakes they hate me 'cause a **** home
Today I'm in the mag, I just went parked the Jag
'Cause sometimes I wanna chill, don't feel like showing my ass
My old lady drove me crazy, so I'm with my busted baby
**** worrying me 'bout a verse but like it's fuck you, pay me
Uptown, one love, rest in peace to Randy
I'm sipping on the eighth boy, your shots out keep it handy
I know when I see a ticket it's gon' really fuck my head up
He told me, stay strong and stay alone from the pussy
'Cause you can be rubbing, fucking, ducked out with some pussy
I gets my pimping on, I fucks with pimping kings
Baby, I fucks with Cristal, I don't fucks with gin
[Verse 7]
I ain't even in the mood, homie, get from round me
I got too much on my mind, I don't need no company
You can hit me on my phone, but I'll probably let it ring
On the real, tryna chill, tryna do my own thing
Got me ducked off, ducked off
I be ducked off, ducked off
I be ducked off, ducked off
I be ducked off, ducked off
Written by: J. Allen, M. Vernell, III, S Martin
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