Ducc Or Get Ya Face Cracced

[Intro]

Yeah nigga

Nigga look like me

Yeah

Expobeatz

[Verse]

It’s a war outside nobody safe cuz’ little babies get hit in the face with straight slugs

We got light brown, tan and gray drugs

Glock on the waist we dare a nigga to say some

Cops jumping out they harasses them dirty bastards

Lil bro stashed it by the trash can he got it Mastered (Bow , bow , bow)

The window shatter big disaster tried to pull off but he would’ve been a little faster

Smoke one then talk about it me and bro and em

We get bored up the scorе then we gon’ go again

Car tinted and wе Shiested up but they know it’s them

Brody trying to aim for his face he got his shoulder hit

I ain’t got a deal but I’m in hood papered up grab my gun deuce a lot in the morning when I’m waking up

Drop my name in a diss you gon’ die and I ain’t saying nothing

Go to war with any nigga they know how the fuck I’m bringing it

Lil Brody look retarded with the Drake he just keep swinging it

Waking up out my sleep sweating hearing loud noises

Glock with a button it was mine but bro went down for it

He told me “Don’t worry ‘bout hit the Stu and just keep recording”

How the fuck that’s supposed to make me feel tho

I really love my niggas I’ll kill for ‘em

I even got a couple dollars in my wheel for ‘em

Lace my boots get in the wheel for ‘em

Brody ain’t hungry I split the meal for ‘em

I know he ain’t got it I flipped the bill for ‘em

I really from the trenches who the fuck gon’ tell me that I ain’t that

He dumb as fuck if he think he can buy it and bring it back

We really grimy we’ll serve ya dumb ass and then take it back

He got beheaded when he said it he wish he could take it back

Bro got hit all in his back and gave his life up to Jesus

We putting belts to niggas ass we giving niggas a beatin’

That shit don’t sit right I went through four silences the fifth one should fit right

Bro say put two hands on the pole and hold the grip tight

A hunnit P’s of strong in my bag this a big flight

I feel like Gervonta on the night he got a big fight

I stick to the plan when I land I get the strip right

Six bones for a zone so don’t ask me what the zips like

Nigga we got highs and low numbers when shit get I’m a road runner

Brody riding ‘round with the heat on him everyday he say “Papi let ‘em play I promise on my baby it’ll be a cold summer”

We ju- jump out cars put the flame on ‘em we don’t give a fuck about ya ice ya man died with his chain on him

He leaning on Brody tryna hang on where the fuck he gon’ go

I’m locked in I got aim on him the sirens coming jump in cars ain’t no time for running

People traumatize they eyes humongous the way we slide through the street

They said “We move like the mob or sum”

I sold dope couldn’t work a job for nothing