Duck What?

[Intro: Yavi DG]
Like, G6 Snotty, boy, we takin’ watch

[Verse 1: Relly Gunz]
Like, it’s like two different knocks in this car
Try to play with RG and get shot by a star
We gon’ go down the block, the opps not even far
Think the D’s in that V, I seen cops in that car
Like, nigga Jack got the broom, never need a mechanic
I throw a shot at the V, don’t you panic
He start tappin’ his body shit look like he dancin’
I throw way more than three if the jet tell me “land it”

[Verse 2: Yavi DG]
Bro spin through that block, no, we don’t got a plan
Four knocks in the car we all tryna blam it
D’s on my dick, but you know I don’t panic
I just jump out the car like a flick and I vanish
All black, skied up, they don’t know that I’m Spanish
You know Hottie my Snotty, on bro, he gon’ land ‘em

[Verse 3: Relly Gunz]
We just got the lo, we gon’ throw what they gambled
Niggas don’t need a tan, in that V we was campin’
Caught opp and his bae tryna shop on a date
I’ma throw at the glass if you think he roll manic
Gotta take it on safety and up out the window
Draco keep dissin’, but I made him get low
Bitch fuck with the opps, but she be on my dick, though
Move his head back and forth with the G like I’m Willow

[Verse 4: Yavi DG]
Big-ass 40 could knock down a hippo
Bet he gon’ duck when I up and get literal
Give me the ball, let me get in the middle
Once bros kick the door in, I’m blowin’ the whistle
Butta a goner, got hit by a missile
Nigga D2 got shot and got hit by the pistol
They know my bop, niggas know I’m official
I’m a G6 snott, they know what I get into
Bullets start flyin’ and goin’ through tissue
Better duck when I spin with the sweep, make ‘em get you
G17 is my favorite utensil
XD.45 blowin’ up residentials
5.57, these bullets like pencils
Can’t duck what I got ‘cause my shots go through metal
Walk up feet with the G and throw several
All black, masked up, bitch, I feel like the Devil

[Verse 5: Relly Gunz]
Like, we them main man, nigga ducked from the G, what the fuck, is you crazy
I 48’d, got a trick up my sleeve, I up G off the hip, had to let ‘em chase me
Grahh grahh, tell him to guard up
I seen the opps by the store tryna spark up
Swing on the fist, when I throw, beat the parker

[Verse 6: Yavi DG]
Oh, he got the .9, but the .40 hit harder
Gang do the opps, I’ma pull up and park ‘em
Why he try to run from the shots? I’ma hawk ‘em
Bro tryna go to that block, so we walkin’
I don’t need a V, word to bro, I be tourin’
Soon as we see him, we get right up on him
I stand over top with the G and I torch him
Bullets is hot, burnin’, scorchin’
Try somethin’ dumb, you gon’ end up in a coffin
Aim for the top, head tap, dolphin
Nigga got hit in his jaw, he ain’t talkin’
Watch how I creep up, off him
I throw a shot, he get hit and no warnin’
Spin through my block, do it caution
Bro be outside playin’ defense and offense
Oh, he try to duck, what? Baow
He try to duck from these shots, but I’m scorin’, nigga