Sick Duck

PART 1: Sick Duck [Intro] Your eyes are so red it's so cute [Chorus: Karm the Tool] I- I-I-I’m that motherfucker Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck- buck- Chopper bang up on a nigga till my wrist stuck W-w-wrist froze like my wrist stuck Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck- fuck- And if you swinging keep your fists up Get up Pussy nigga tryna sick duck Ch-ch-chopper st-st-stutter sounds like bitch talk And when it stutter make a bitch talk [Verse 1: Karm the Tool] They ain’t know the clique I had to put him on Shawty in my DMs made her favorite song She said boy you blowing know where you come from Fist on knuckle knuckles if you act tough Got a lotta choppers I ain’t scared of those (Huh?) Got 30 clip that get rid of hoes Magazine with a centerfold While a bitch ride me like a Benz truck And we so so dirty (Yeah, yeah) Nigga we been up (Let's go) I must have fathered the niggas cause they wanna hear something (You not my dad) When I’m with the clique Don’t try to say hi to me When I reply (Ay) It’s like they won the lottery (Ay) You not my mama (Ay) Don’t care if you’re proud of me (Ay) When I hit millies Hakuna Matata (Huh?) Your baby mama so proud to be fond of me (Ay) Oh yes indeed she creamy on top of me (Ay) Sleep with a strap and a bitch no monogamy (Ay) Free all my brodies locked up like monopoly (Your mother ha) [Chorus: Karm the Tool] I’m that motherfucker Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck- buck- Chopper bang up on a nigga till my wrist stuck W-w-wrist froze like my wrist stuck Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck- fuck- And if you swinging keep your fists up Get up Pussy nigga tryna sick duck Ch- ch- chopper st-st-stutter sounds like bitch talk And when it stutter make a bitch talk [Verse 2: Yung Skayda] I already told you I DON'T EVEN FUCKING CARE TWISTING MY WRIST, SWING MY FIST IN THE AIR SWINGING MY FIST AND MY WRIST AND MY HAIR BITCH LICK MY DICK AND HER MAN WATCHING SCARED Punk slut shawty Throw it at the party In my crib with my bitch bumping Playboi Carti Karm got dreads he like to swing just like he Bob Marley Just got brain it’s so insane yuh that shit was retarded Pulled a strain that shit so dank it smell like someone fart Put that icing on her face like a pop tart Bitch I’ll hit the folks on a cop car Mixing Adderall with my Wokhardt [Chorus: Karm the Tool] I’m that motherfucker Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck- buck Chopper bang up on a nigga till my wrist stuck W-w-wrist froze like my wrist stuck Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck- fuck- And if you swinging keep your fists up Get up Pussy nigga tryna sick duck Ch-ch-chopper st-st-stutter sounds like bitch talk And when it stutter make a bitch talk PART 2: Wonder Boy [Outro: Yung Skayda & Karm the Tool] I’m a wonder boy Always lost always wandering I see these big billboards, I wanna see myself right in front of it I don’t mean to be the elephant But life is really what you make of it I’m a wonder boy Always lost never making sense Always trying to find my way through the mud instead walking on the pavement Life is a creation So why wouldn’t I create something? Am I in my head? Am I just inside all the things around me that I don’t understand? Am I just a voice inside This empty house again? I’m wasting all my time All for a second to rest Why is it moving so fast?