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?