Sitting Ducks
Uh
Ayy, ain't no stoppin' me
I'm above Kent, we apostrophes
Seen all sides and all I see isosceles
Pyramid schemes need atrocities
They causin', ain't no pausin'
Ain't enough gauze and the holes in yo' logic
The optics work like an oxtail, and everything's gravy, you crazy?
Roll up the flower, these niggas keep pushin' up daisies
Pour out some cognac, I'm holdin' the bottleneck lazy
Boiling back in my seat, black on my teeth
Activator, charcoal poison, back in the streets
Acclimating hardly just charged up
Batteries is aggravated, tell 'em they can't spar with us
I seen the end, they don't wanna start with us
It'll cost them a arm and a leg
The other leg, the other arm in his head
Margerine message
Don't gotta be butter, just as long as it spreads
Ducks, they in the shallow water followin' bread, the fuck?
I'm 'cross the pond, jaywalkin' the Autobahn
I'm in the motherland tryna connect with my other fam'
Brother man, I don't know no fake niggas
We don't bury truth, I don't know no gravediggers
No chains, ain't no slaves with us (Butcher comin')
No propane, keep that flame with us
Yeah, it's big clip Butcher, ain't no bargainin' with the family
My hoes send each other nudes like Ari and Young Miami
I was rummagin' through trash (trash)
Now, I'm runnin' through this cash (cash)
You got me peaceful
I be humming tunes while thumbin' through a half
A snitch don't deserve to be safe
Don't say a word, just make him prove that boy mine like a paternity case
I spent two bricks on this Rollie, woke up, and went jewelry shoppin'
And the house claustrophobic, surrounded by Louis boxes
Y'all jumped off the porch, but not me, I'm a scuba-diver
So if I still can't get my respect, I'ma shoot it out you (The Butcher comin')
The corner room at Nobu, that was the best reservation
Associates over friends 'cause it be less expectations
The fuck y'all niggas doin' if y'all ain't stackin' that up? (Stackin' that up)
'Cause by time my album drop, I'm gon' be wrappin' that up (time ran out)
Me, I'm connected 'round the map like I'm Trump
I'm in red states trappin' with a saddle light on a Cadilac truck (Republican)
And still feelin' like a villain behind glasses
Chillin', sippin' Villa Antinori out of wine glasses, I win again
Tell the plug I need options, I'm picky, picky with the dope
And my bitches, I ain't goin' fifty-fifty with no ho
