Assault - FBG Duck

I just bought a box of bullets so don’t pull it

My AK always on fully, got my scope right on yo skully

So don’t make me do you dirty, my AK don’t go no kick

100 shots up in this clip so when it spit you better dip

We gon' lean on em, screen on em

Set a pick, scream on em

Beam on em, green on em

Infrared at his head now he dead

Things on him

Drop shit, mop stick

Pop shit, hot shit

Steam on em

POP POP POP, POP POP POP

Sing on em

STL TookaVille we be having rap niggas shook up

On Tooka grave we was going extra cray

We had niggas put up

That big ass choppa under my couch might need help with it

Kickback so retarded, damn near shot myself with it

Face shot, neck shot, back shot

Shoot till the tec hot

No de-cock, big Glock on lock

Fuck a stash spot

Head shot, head pop, operation dead opp

Leg shot, can’t run, bleed out, every shot

I am not for nothing, try me if you wanna

Just me and my glizzy will politely pull up on ya

And I’ma clear the scene when theses bullets ring

I don’t think you can run from this AR15

I’m from the S and the E

Have yo ass resting in peace

Might put this tec to yo teeth

Now ya ass stretched, you deceased

Semi-auto, semi-auto tuning niggas right up

Foenem, man pulling right up

Hit you right up, then get right up

Outta there

Heard my ex-bitch was fucking with one of my enemies

So what, I don’t care

Bitch

No I do not go inside of no mufucking club

I can’t get my gun in there

Niggas be bitches

We make niggas shut the fuck up when they talking to us

We do not shoot out of cars, wanna see yo ass drop

So we walking right up

I’m riding with 30 for Durk 30

30 more if I see Reese first

Recklezz suck dick for a verse

Dumping you dead in a hearse

I’m on the block with the work

First to the third

Never in school like Phineas and Ferb

Aye what you need my boy

12, 12, jump the curb

I just put 100 shots up in my choppa

Think its sweet until I pull up on you knocking

Once I start I guarantee you I’m not stopping

Until I see you and ya patnas get to dropping

On Folks, Yup

All my boys smoke tops

We’ll come through yo block

Killing shit like Pol Pot

Tryin' make them poles rock

Tryin' make ya foes drop

Tryin' make his nose drop

You know how the Folks rock

Don’t get the top of yo fucking head opened, soda pop

Niggas scared, so they acting like they ain’t got no opp

Put a silencer on my shit, so you won’t hear no shots

12 get behind me, they gon' have to set a road block

DO-DO-DO DO-DO-DO DA-DA-DA-DAHH

That a new choppa fresh out of the box

Aim and load then its off with you top

Yup, I flood my wrist with them rocks

Yup, my cup dirty dead opps

Yup, hit ya block with the choop

Yup

DO-DO-DO DO-DO-DO DA-DA-DA-DAHH

DO-DO-DO DO-DO-DO DA-DA-DA-DAHH