Shouldve Ducked

[Intro Lil Durk] Em DJ FMCT Ayy, they told me I can't be around no gang members C B Y'all got me messed up, nigga Em I go everywhere with my killers, man C DJ Bandz, oh, man B Yeah, let's get it [Verse 1: Lil Durk & Pooh Shiesty] Em Throw that mask on, when you jump out first you better blast (Yeah) C B V. don't like slow this, on hits, them switches (Brrt) fast (Gang) Em C Ain't gon lie, the city haul with strikers, they don't last (Turn up) B When you poppin' with your killers, you better check your guys (Man, what) Em C We don't party on other blocks, they mess with other opps (Let's get it) B Then come 'round like you gang, that got your brother shot (Brrah) Em C You say his name insidе a song, that got your brother hot (Let's get it) B Thеn leave him hangin' without a lawyer, that stuff dumb as what Em You come outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as what C B Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (Brrah) Em I told my PO through the gate that I get high as what C B She ask me how high do I get, I told her high as Duck (Tooka) Em My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin' Glockies (Gettin' Glocks) C B I told him I only drink wocky, he say I'm gettin' cocky (Let's get it) Em All them girls wanna mess me, I don't give them money C B One girl thought I told her, "Yeah," I said, "You better block me" Em He survived one to the head, but it messed up his body C B You think he off a eight or red the way that nigga noddin' Em He don't even know 'bout drugs, he sell lean, OxyContin C B You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil' boy actually robbin' Em Man, he talkin' 'bout gang in this girl (Why he callin', talkin' 'bout gang?) C B He ain't get back from that one stuff, man his gang ain't on this Em Fonem posted up outside, Dracos hanging and this C B Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous and stuff (Brrr, brrr, brrr) [Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty] Em I'm King Draco, got my name off drilling, check the record, girl (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) C B That girly dropped that song about me, he get found without his head Em Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin, they fakin', they'll call it quits C B They made me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong stuff Em Might still sip when I get low, but I prefer Wock over trip C B Messed up and let me in the door, I went fully on auto sticks Em I'm Mr. Slime 'Em Out, I caught his backdoor, unlocked on the lick C B Or Mr. Leave No Evidence, know my criminal book hella thick (On God) Em You niggas goose, ain't got no gun C You went away, your ass is dumb B Em I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn't wait to get some money C My lil' nigga up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie They thought I was just rappin' B Em Lately, murder gang, that stuff ain't funny C You know the murder gang, they come through, that stuff ain't funny B Em I'm locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers 'round the country C I might don't need to slime 'em out, just be yourself and stay three hundred B Em We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday C My cleats tied up in the field, won't never hear me go out runnin' B Em Post up a pic like I'm in LA, but the whole time I'm with gun C We ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout that stuff you did, go get active again B Em It's either eat or get ate on my side, I'ma screw the drops and go and spin C Three and O, we skunkin' this, get one more kill, conceal the win B Em Beef with us, won't never land 'till y'all get hit up with them pens C Can't come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N B Em We caught one of them girlies drunk, he died before he dropped the Henny C Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and still don't know what to get in B Take off the emblems out the 'Cat Em C B Tint out the window 'fore I spin (Shh, brrr, tint out the window 'fore I spin, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) Em C B (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)