Joyner Lucas – Duck Duck Goose Lyrics

 

Duck Duck Goose Lyrics Joyner Lucas

Duck Duck Goose Lyrics

 

Duck Duck Goose Lyrics by Joyner Lucas

 

Hey, fuck these n***** talking ’bout, bitch (Oh)

Before I made mills, they was hopin’ I fail
Well, n****, I’m poppin’ out, bitch
Hittin’ my stands, I still got your hoe on my pants
Like a pocket dial, bitch (Oh, oh, oh)
Stick to my plan, got plenty M on my van
I’m hoppin’ out, bitch
It done got a n**** started, I ain’t stoppin’ now, bitch
Can’t walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch
Bring smoke to you n*****, no mouth, bitch

Fuck it, I’m blackin’ out, bitch
It’s the type of shit that make a n****
Hide behind a heater
Type of shit that make a n**** aim the choppa at the Beamer
Used to be the underdog, now I’m rockin’ out arenas
Everything I touch is water
And I got it by the litter (Oh, oh)

This is not the Aquafina, that’s PH3
Tell your offsprings, I’m D-A-D (Boom, boom)
And you 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 (Hey)
Bandana tied like B-A-C (Hey)
I don’t even get high off T-H-C
I got a natural vibe, A-D-H-D
I’ve been B-A-D since I was like two (Facts)

N****, I’m the truth
I put my life on it, I’ll die in the booth (Ayy)
Couldn’t touch me with a fly masseuse
Street n**** 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
A president, yeah, that’s how I introduce
Make one phone call, I’m flyin’ the troops (Yeah)

This a landmine, you gon’ die if you move (Yeah)
Duck, duck, goose, n****, I’m the goose (Duck)
Duck, duck, goose, n****, I’m the goose (Duck)

And I ain’t wanna do it, but that’s what they ask for
N***** 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 (Oh, oh, oh)

I got a Wraith big enough to put a fuckin’ (RAV4?)
Way before I had a Lambo
I used to push rad Ford (Oh, oh, oh)
Record labels had my demo
They would push it fast forward
Now I make so much money
That I’m startin’ to act bored (Oh)

This shit get way too real, my n****
You gon’ fuck around and make me go to jail my n**** (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit I figured I’d do what I feel, my n****
Joyner Lucas ain’t got no chill, my n****(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Atlanta got me back when I was starvin’
I was doin’ anything to get them n***** to put up the mills, my n**** (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Once them n***** set me free
I became the biggest independent artist in the motherfuckin’ world
My n**** (Oh, oh)
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 or 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 ice till I fuck the medium, huh
Speedin’ on ’em, I ain’t talking ’bout a speedier, huh
Ball on the mic’, talking ’bout leukemia, huh
I caught a body, hopped out of the booth (Yeah)

This a landmine, you gon’ die if you move (Yeah)
Duck, duck, goose, n****, I’m the goose (Duck)
Duck, duck, goose, n****, I’m the goose
(N****, I’m the goose)

Hol’ up
Fuck these n***** talking ’bout, bitch (Oh)
Before I made mills, they was hopin’ I fail, well, n****
I’m poppin’ out, bitch
Hittin’ my stands, I still got your hoe on my pants
Like a pocket dial, bitch (Oh, oh, oh)
Stick to my plan, got plenty M on my van
I’m hoppin’ out, bitch
It done got a n**** started
I ain’t stoppin’ now, bitch
Can’t walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch
Bring smoke to you n*****, no mouth, bitch

Fuck it, I’m blackin’ out, bitch
It’s the type of shit that made a n**** wanna catch a body
It’s the shit that made a n**** 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