Duck-n-buss Lyrics

Duck-n-buss lyrics

f/ Lil' O, Godfather







(*talking*)



Tearing it up in this motherfucker, on the real



2000, mixing it up, Chevis Camp, what







[Big Pokey]



H-Town is the place, and you better respect it



Where G's get dissected, my corner's infected



Teflon bullet blockers, keep chest protected



Bitch niggas get crushed on, they vest neglected



These streets is hectic, I'm on top of my game



Niggas ain't waterproof, and I'm about to rain



Verbal cocaine, now they calling me cheap



These gats I pack crack hats, to settle the beef



I roll with big heaters, chrome body deleters



They turn packs of jackers, into sizzling fajitas



All bugs and mesquitos, get hit with the swallow



Take it from me, big boss in DADA



Run right through Nevada, move blast the zone



You can't see me, with your glasses on



Motorized stash spot, when I stash the chrome



And if I have to pull it out, I'ma blast you homes







[Hook: Lil' O - 2x]



You better make room, duck we bust



You bitch niggas, don't wanna fuck with us



We'll get masked up, and we'll rush your cut



And even hoes get hit man, we'll touch the slut







[Godfather]



You never know what nigga, might want you dead



This is starving hitmen, a lot of niggas got bread



Caught him myself, put one in his head



Got away smooth, now I'm running from FED's



You never know when I retaliate, coming in dark



Was coward bitch nigga, that had no heart



Now my gun gon spark, and the world won't start



Use to be associates, the streets split us apart



Separated like a divorce couple, the more troubles



Potato over top of the nozzle, to make the sound muffle



Have your town puzzled, nobody heard it



Nobody cried, nobody cared when you got murda'd



You just a average, I send slugs through your fabric



Put him out his on my mathematics, I'll let him have it



You know how my men play, Big E and Sensei



I made hits with Pittsburgh, like Clemente







[Hook: Lil' O - 2x]







[Big Pokey]



On the real G's, flex with us



We sending cooked up compressed, to broke down to dust



What good is a pie, if you can't eat the crust



And divide that motherfucker, between each of us



See a nigga like me, I'ma feed the fam



And don't give a damn, if it's green eggs and ham



Bitch niggas get slammed, trying to take what's mine



I'm the nigga with the iron in front, aimed at your blind



Side, it's something foreign sitting wide



Peeping, bout to let off and ride



That's how it is, I'm just a nigga with mad skills



Knock through the soundbox, ripping the mad real



It's states was at Bailor's gates, and mad bills



Mad deals, eleven hundred with glass wheels



Now we hitters off the lot, as is



Chevis Camp, looking like the damn deal







[Hook: Lil' O - 2x]







(*talking*)



Watch that bitch cause we'll touch the slut, for real



Chevis in this motherfucker repping fo' life



Said that, meant that, represent that, know I'm talking bout



Me and that fucking it up for this 2K, it's too serious baby



We'll touch the slut, cause on the real, watch out