Lyrical Breakdown of Should've Ducked feat. Pooh Shiesty - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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(D-D-DJ FMCT) ay, they told me I can't be around no gang members- I go everywhere with my killers, man (DJ Bandz, oh, man) hope so Yeah, let's get it Throw that mask on, when you jump out first you better blast (yeah) V don't like slow sh-, on hits, them switches (frrt), fast (gang) Ain't gon lie, the city hot with strikers, they don't last (turn up) When you pop in with your killers, you better check your gas (man, what?) We don't party on other blocks, they fu- with other opps (let's get it) Then come 'round like you gang, that got your brother shot (brrah) You say his name insidе a song, that got your brother hot (let's get it) Thеn leave him hangin' without a lawyer, that sh- dumb as f- You come outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as f- (dumb as f-) Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (brrah) I told my P.O. through the gate that I get high as f- (I get high as f-) She ask me how high do I get? I told her high as Duck (Tooka) My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin' Glockies (gettin' Glocks) I told him I only drink Wocky, he say I'm gettin' cocky (let's get it) All them b- wanna f- me, I don't give them money One b- thought I told her, "Yeah", I said, "You better block me" He survived one to the head, but it fu- up his body (mm) You think he off an eight or red the way that n- noddin' He don't even know 'bout drugs, he say, "Lean OxyContin" You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil' boy actually robbin' Man, he talkin' 'bout gang in- (why he callin', talkin' 'bout gang?) He ain't get back from that one-, man, his gang ain't on sh- (foenem ain't on no gang) Foenem posted up outside (uh), Dracos hangin' and s- (s-, he got me lyin') Before he died, his a- a goofy, now he famous and sh- (blrrd, blrrd, blrrd) I'm King Draco, got my name off drillin', check the record, b- (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) If pu- drop that song about me, he get found without his d- Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin, they fakin', they'll call the quits (whoa, whoa) They made me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong- (say the wrong-) Might still sip when I get low (whoa), but I prefer Wock' over trip (whoa) F- up and let me in the door (whoa), I went fully on auto sticks (sticks) I'm Mr.-Slime-'Em-Out (blrrd), I caught his back door unlocked on the lick (blrrd) Or Mr.-Leave-No-Evidence (blrrd), know my criminal book - thick (on God) You n- goose, ain't got no gun, you went away, your a- is dumb I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn't wait to get some money My lil' n- up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie They thought I was just rappin', lately, murder gang, that s- ain't funny (blrrd, blrrd) You know the murder gang (you know), they come through, that s- ain't funny (uh, blrrd) I'm locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers 'round the country (uh, blrrd, blrrd) I might don't need to slime 'em out, just be yourself and stay three hundred (hundred) We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday (Trey Day every) My clique tied up in the field (blrrd), won't never hear me go out runnin' (nope) Post up a pic like I'm in L.A., but the whole time I'm with gun (blrrd, blrrd) We ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout that s- you did, go get active again (the whole time) It's either eat or get ate on my side, I'ma fuck the drops and go and spin (spin) Three and O, we skunkin' sh-, get one more kill, conceal the win (win) Beef with us, won't never land 'til y'all get hit up with them pens (pens) Can't come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N (blrrd, blrrd) We caught one of them p- drunk, he died before he dropped the Henny (blrrd, blrrd) Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and still don't know what to get in (take off) Take off the emblems out the 'Cat, tint out the window 'fore I spin (shh, blrrd) Tint out the window 'fore I spin (blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)