Duck Sauce

[verse]

The beginning of a heat rock

Money to the treetops

Thick señoritas

Want me to sign their te-ta's

A young hood nigga born and raised where the streets hot

Rob you for your wristwatch

Watch and get your g shocked

Static's what we need not

My niggas roll with heaters

And i don't need a gat

Cuz my raps get your bitch hot

Make your lady's knees knock

Touching on her sweet spots

Had her brown round wide open like a pita, hey

Mira, mira, ben aqui like my primo

Counting up these c-notes

Sorry Nevy, B-notes

New York niggas get dough

Watch me as i kick flows

Yes, i sing and rap, now get your bitch up off my new growth

[Hook 3x]

Duck sauce

[verse]

I be the point of all her interests

Wicked, twisted, and vicious

Like putting pit bulls on your mother's christmas gift list

From staten isle, the land of lost toys and misfits

Now living on your chick's lips

And i swear that all these chickens in here only want some liquid

Seed, and i can live with

Feed-ing them this Nesquik

Breathe, baby, you messing with

Me, Macky, you desperately

Wishing too deep to get up on this guest list

I'll put you on this next shit, what?!

(i'll put you on this next shit)

Shit, most of these niggas out here fronting like they Warbucks

But really orphan anything to get a SlowBucks

Fuck all this talking, when i was young, i was J. Tuck

Trucking anything in my way to get me a tour bus

Aw shucks, this young nigga can spit sick

Now my neck is, covered in your girl's lipstick

The shit is, while you wanting all her kisses?

She's kissing on my dipstick

[Hook 4x]

Duck sauce

[verse]

Mad duck sauce up on my chicken wings

You might not get it, 'cuz it's a New York thing

Your Beef and Broccoli's, too sloppy

They see my Masterminds and wanna copy

So Copy that, everybody wanna be Mack

A fly nigga looking good on this Pete track

And for you lames trying to hear change?

I'll sell you all the same thing

[Hook 4x]

Duck sauce