Duck Hunter

Hey, good afternoon, I got a room for the day

I don't spoon, but room service don't play

Every blue moon, people assume that I pray

'Cause her body's a temple, I'm divin' in it everyday

Good afternoon, I got a room for the night

Duck Hunter 'cause I drown Goose in a Sprite

Front-runner, I don't call truce for the fight

Blood sucker, I'ma get loose, but I'm tight

Good morning, America

Girl, don't act like it ain't normal to stare at ya

She told me she got six bodies before me

I'm sure she does, let's call it body dysmorphia

Fill her with kids like the cast of Euphoria

Bible on top and the cash in the drawer 'bove

I'm in her organs, so she call me Portland or Astoria

Eye of the storm, I'm in the cornea

If I look down, just tell 'em, "Pour me up"

Pistol in my brodie's bag, if you press him

His bag will start talkin' just like Dora's was

Swiper no swipin' like my card declined

Made a ten and do a split, I guess she's now a five

Hoodie so big, I look like store ran out my size

Put your soul in the air like shoes on power lines

Told her I love her, but I just can't trust her

I dumped her and moved to LA

He wanna be me so bad

That his impression of me just blew me away

I slept around seven, I woke around three

And I feel like it's noon at eight

I left my children on top of her temple

I gave 'em a room to pray

Hey, good afternoon, I got a room for the day

I don't spoon, but room service don't play

Every blue moon, people assume that I pray

'Cause her body's a temple, I'm divin' in it everyday

Good afternoon, I got a room for the night

Duck Hunter 'cause I drown Goose in a Sprite

Front-runner, I don't call truce for the fight

Blood sucker, I'ma get loose, but I'm tight

Two fingers in her like we made a truce

I can't call my women "Boo," 'cause I might get confused

And she know I don't like her like booze

Put my dawg on TV 'til he feel like he Clifford or Scoob

Industry saw me how Brady left Patriots

I didn't lose since I came out the blue

My dude up to something, but I'm down for anything

Like fuck society, my crowd is menacing

The bike is motored, that's without the pedaling

She down on one knee, that's without the wedding ring

Metal 'bove his waist, that's without the belly ring

He showed the ropes to me without the wrestling

You gave your homies up without the questioning

You turnin' twelve, like what the fuck eleven bring?

Told her I love her, but I just can't trust her

I dumped her and moved to LA

He wanna be me so bad

That his impression of me just blew me away

I slept around seven, I woke around three

And I feel like it's noon at eight

I left my children on top of her temple

I gave 'em a room to pray

Hey, good afternoon, I got a room for the day

I don't spoon, but room service don't play

Every blue moon, people assume that I pray

'Cause her body's a temple, I'm divin' in it everyday

Good afternoon, I got a room for the night

Duck Hunter 'cause I drown Goose in a Sprite

Front-runner, I don't call truce for the fight

Blood sucker, I'ma get loose, but I'm tight