Ducc Da Feds

[Intro]
I'm tryna duck the feds, big brother (Uh-uh)
(Woah-oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (QRN)

[Chorus]
.45 came from Russia (Uh)
I hope that shawty know that I'm a dangerous motherfucker
I work the block from fuckin' nine to five, love to hustle (Yeah)
I blame it on my fuckin' street sign, off the muscle
I'm just tryna dodge from doin' time in the jungle
We really slangin' iron, know I ain't lyin' with that cutter
I said, "I'm just tryna duck the fuckin' feds, dear momma"
Couldn't swing the car around the corner, left his head in the gutter
It's like that all I see is red off these meds, big brother

[Verse 1]
Poles in the Audi, niggas get whacked, catch a body
I'ma run up the check in the mail
Brand new Chanel, what I bought for lil' shawty
If we start runnin' from twelve, would you keep it quiet? Would you keep it solid?
Hit from the back, make her yell, she wanna know what she gettin' from out this
I feel like A Boogie, come through in my hoodie, hit for my niggas in Highbridge
I put the cash and the racks over pussy, most of these niggas be cowards
All of this smoke in the motherfuckin' air, we gotta it partially cloudy
If it's a war, we causin' you hell, I'm so in love wit' your body
Lil' shawty official, the baddest
You not uppin' the pistol then pass it (Grrah)
I'm up for the three at the basket
There's no love in the street, that's so tragic
I really turned to a savage, I went to go get it, you know I'ma have it
Ain't touch the streets in a very long minute, I get a call, need it wrapped up in plastic

[Chorus]
.45 came from Russia (Uh)
I hope that shawty know that I'm a dangerous motherfucker
I work the block from fuckin' nine to five, love to hustle (Yeah)
I blame it on my fuckin' street sign, off the muscle
I'm just tryna dodge from doin' time in the jungle
We really slangin' iron, know I ain't lyin' with that cutter
I said, "I'm just tryna duck the fuckin' feds, dear momma"
Couldn't swing the car around the corner, left his head in the gutter
It's like that all I see is red off these meds, big brother

[Verse 2]
Stay in trouble, I feel like my day is numbered
Pass me the rock, bet I won't fumble
G-Wagen car look like a Hummer
In the N-O, me and my brother
'Bout to cop some Wock' from Bubba
That's a N-O, I met her mother, why lil' shawty think I love her?
Had to stop fuckin' with that ho, she like a fan undercover
Rubber bands, spent a lot of rubber bands on a Rover
My grandma told me that I'm chosen, ooh shit, my neck so frozen
I think it's funny, shawty said she held me down at the moment
Digi' scale, I'm grabbin' grams from out the pound 'bout the money
I'ma hit back with my chopper, by the house, I ain't runnin'
Playin' get back 'bout my partner in the ground, I ain't frontin'
Fuck all that chit chat, got a brand new AR hold a hundred
I know they hate to see me winnin', know they hate to see me stuntin'
I fucked on all these nigga bitches off the rip, no, I ain't love 'em
They know my trap house jumpin'
I'ma grind all winter, then shine all summer
If you whip that strap out, bust it
Dope boy swag, Fendi runner

[Chorus]
.45 came from Russia (Uh)
I hope that shawty know that I'm a dangerous motherfucker
I work the block from fuckin' nine to five, love to hustle (Yeah)
I blame it on my fuckin' street sign, off the muscle
I'm just tryna dodge from doin' time in the jungle
We really slangin' iron, know I ain't lyin' with that cutter
I said, "I'm just tryna duck the fuckin' feds, dear momma"
Couldn't swing the car around the corner, left his head in the gutter
It's like that all I see is red off these meds, big brother