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Duck Meat
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Quantavious T. Thomas
Lyrics
Rashan Kyles
Rashan Kyles
Composer
Travis Marsh
Travis Marsh
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Cícero
Cícero
Producer
Travis Marsh
Travis Marsh
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, yeah (what you 'posed to do, what you 'posed to do) Yeah, Eastside, shawty 'nem, yeah (Cicero) Talkin' 'bout buddy 'nem, right?, yeah (yeah) Talkin' 'bout them niggas right there? (Bitch) yeah (yeah, EA-ski), what? Yeah, you niggas cannot run (whew, whew, whew) I got so many of these bitches, we come with them guns (uh-huh) When them bullets fly (whew), niggas gonna die (whew) Pussy nigga try (whew), and them bullets fly (whew) Right at a nigga (whew), we gon' catch a nigga (whew) We gon' splat 'em, nigga (whew), put 'em on a platter, nigga (whew) We be at them niggas, when we catch them niggas Ain't no stitch, they get the- (whew, whew, whew, whew) Shawty surrounded with shooters, everybody havin' sticks (yeah) In the section kickin' shit, nothin' but some bad bitches (yeah) .50 in my britches (uh-huh), .30 in my Glizzy (uh-huh) Bitch, I'm never slippin' (uh-huh) when I step up in this bitch, you hear? (Yes sir) Real nigga, trapper of the year, make that pack disappear Nigga ever play with any of my money, make that bitch disappear (damn) You skinny shit, I'll start in front of your face, pussy, yeah, ear to ear (ooh) And I'm like The Joker, I'll be laughin' when the bitch disappear (hahaha) I ain't savin' shit, hell nah, I'm not Superman (fuckin' they talkin' 'bout?) I got so many hoes on my dick, I'm like "Groupie Man" (groupie Man, yeah, hahaha) So many hoes wanna be saved, I'm not stupid man (uh, uh) I swear to God I made them niggas hate when they ho is fuckin' on Young Nudy, man (damn) When young nigga havin' all these rubberbands? (I got 'em) Started out with guns, I didn't have nothin', do you understand? (Understand?) Kickin' doors and wipin' nose (yeah), all this shit for rubberbands (word) Watch your back, I don't fuck with ya I'll slime you out, you not my man (yeah, I slimed ya) Yeah, you niggas cannot run (whew, whew, whew) I got so many of these bitches (yeah), we come with them guns (ih-huh, uh-huh) When them bullets fly (word, whew), niggas gonna die (word, whew) Pussy nigga try (word, whew), and them bullets fly (word, whew) Right at a nigga (tell 'em, whew), we gon' catch a nigga (no, for real, whew) We gon' splat 'em, nigga (pussy, whew), put 'em on a platter, nigga (pussies, whew) We be at them niggas (pussies, whew), when we catch them niggas (yeah, whew) Ain't no stitch, they get the- (slime, whew, whew, whew, whew, slime) Nigga, everything on East Atlanta, Zone 6, I'm 'bout to smoke (slime) You disrespect the Slime Gang, bitch, you know we kill your ho (kill your ho) I'm cutthroat, the murderin' shit pussy, that's my mojo (mojo) Bullets fly, niggas die, niggas already know how that go (how that go) Niggas try, niggas die, niggas already know how that go (I'm tryna tell you nigga) Pullin' out them sticks, you know that bitch gon' blow (know that bitch gon' blow) Every time I hit a pussy, hit the floor (pussies hit the floor) Should have been a baller, 'cause I love to score ('cause I love to score) And I got the ball (and I got the ball) 8Ball, bitch, I'm Slimeball (bitch, I'm Slimeball) Ape shit, bitch, you know my gang spread out (yeah), and we take shit Strip niggas, make 'em take it off (whew), pussies (pussies) Yeah, you niggas cannot run (whew, whew, whew, tell 'em) I got so many of these bitches, we come with them guns (uh-huh, whew) When them bullets fly (whew), niggas gonna die (whew) Pussy nigga try (whew), and them bullets fly (whew) Right at a nigga (whew), we gon' catch a nigga (whew) We gon' splat 'em nigga (whew), put 'em on a platter, nigga (whew) We be at them niggas (whew), when we catch them niggas (whew) Ain't no stitch, they get the- (whew, whew, whew, whew) Yeah, you- Yeah, you niggas cannot run (whew, Zone 6 shit, nigga) I got so many of these bitches, we come with them guns (uh-huh) And I'm strapped up with them funds (Eastside, stand the fuck up) (Whew, whew) Huh
Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks, Quantavious Tavario Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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