Lyrics Sick Duck - XIX

Your eyes are so red, it′s so cute

I'm that motherfucker
Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck
Chopper bang up on my nigga ′til my wrist stuck
Wrist froze like my wrist stuck
Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck
And if you swinging, keep your fists up
Get up, pussy nigga tryna sick duck
Chopper stutter sounds like bitch talk
And when it stutter make a bitch talk

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
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
Nigga we been up
I must have fathered the niggas ′cause they wanna hear something

When I′m with the clique
Don't try to say hi to me
When I reply
It′s like they won the lottery
You not my mama
Don't care if you′re proud of me
When I hide millies
Hakuna Matata

Your baby mama so proud to be fond of me
Oh yes indeed, she creamin' on top of me
Sleep with a strap and a bitch no monogamy
Free all my brodies locked up like monopoly

I′m that motherfucker
Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck
Chopper bang up on my nigga 'til my wrist stuck
Wrist froze like my wrist stuck
Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck
And if you swinging keep your fists up
Get up, pussy nigga tryna sick duck
Chopper stutter sounds like bitch talk
And when it stutter make a bitch talk

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 (yeah)
Throw it at the party (yuh)
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

I'm that motherfucker
Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck
Chopper bang up on my nigga ′til my wrist stuck
Wrist froze like my wrist stuck
Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck
And if you swinging keep your fists up
Get up, pussy nigga tryna sick duck
Chopper stutter sounds like bitch talk
And when it stutter make a bitch talk, talk, talk

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 of 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
An empty house again?
I'm wasting all my time
All for a second to rest
Why is it moving so fast?