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mack d – duckin low in mo lyrics

duckin’ low in mo
stayin’ free in kc
ridin’ dirty through the ghetto
got one hand on the three piece
make a wrong move on a fellow
whole street gon hear the heat speak
anyone else wanna tango
make em dance till their feet leak
hop back in the camero
mash the gas till i reach speed
keep an eye on the kilo
but my mind see the money
20 over down the road
check the mirror for the police
skirt a corner see the 5-0
lights on tires squeaking
i don’t wanna go to jail
but my car sure is reeking
push my foot down like an anvil
put some juice in the 6 speed
lets see how fast we can go
3.5 we going 60
5 stars like los santos
but we still in kansas city
lost the cops they so d-mn slow
got away were not guilty
now we return to the trap house
where our eyes are always squinty
stacks of cash in my breadbox
only kush in my pantry
in my grinder where i shred nugs
and my oven full of codeine
never burn out never can stop
can’t see call it smokescreen
smoke with ian cause his bong rocks
never dry evergreen
gr816 on the jukebox
speakers blow to smithereens
and i laced the f-cking juicebox
whole squad sippin’ lean
call my trapbox my casket
cause its packed with deadly things
i got guns that cause a racket
and knives that cut you clean
keep em tucked up in my jacket
i dare you come f-ck with me
you gon run like a rabbit
thats been sippin’ creatine
try attack the aggregate
you gon catch the guillotine
and we stayin’ nomadic
like we live on tatooine
cop sees me automatic
he gon try to chase me
better count down like mathematics
cause we playin’ hide and seek

spittin copenhagen
while i smoke jamacan
better hope i’m fakin’
know i’m cakin’
quote my sayin’
all my haters choke on bacon
round the globe im makin’
so much dough i’m bakin’
you plateau im raisin’
up i go no breaks man
and my skull is vacant
it’s awol my brain went
like waldo i’m flakin’
in mo i’m stayin’
in the snow i’m skatin’
just follow my sleigh and
i will show you greatness
be like bro he made it
here’s a trophy take it
i am so amazing
have a goal i chase it
rap at sold out places
and control the stage and
buy some golden chains and
drive a stolen tank then
it gets known i’m dangerous
bout to go get famous

my whole squad is getting wasted
probably don’t know what today is
we’re at grant’s house getting faded
always keep it r rated

tayor’s drinking sailor
and olli popped a molly
collin’s kush inhaler
got me feeling like i’m falling
john brought along his bong
that weed has got me yawning
and becca’s playing pong
shes got the bottles popping
jake is puffin on his vape
with his arm around a hottie
and blake just dabbed a snake
and now he’s h-lla coughin’
darri-an popped a xan
he could probably use some coffee
see josh driving in the van
and his eyes lookin’ glossy

you know ian he be feindin’
stay lowkey like a proxy
and chris he be schemin’
hook me up with some oxy

tanner’s in the slammer
he was running from the cops we
smokin’ weed its never bammer
blunt blowing fog machine
love the taste of weed that’s laced
but it still looks really green
goin’ numb in the face
save me money on the lean
help you out if you’re without
but its not gon be for free
gettin’ cash what i’m about
b-tch i got some employees
i’m a weekend alcoholic
and a daily weed fiend
whatchu know bout hydroponics
and makin’ money

(yeah!)
mechanical mandible
rapper cannibal animal
imma scandal and a vandal
i’ll dismantle your sandals

cincinnati where i’m from man
but kc where i’m belongin’
and i used to rep wisconsin
now i’m blowing up like boston
i don’t care b-tch mind is rotten
all my hair hides all my problems
better hope that i’m not baldin’
k!ll or be k!lled that’s the option
only g’s are in my squadron
and we cakin’ word to frosting
felonies are in my drawstring
raps are sh-t my toilets clogging
use a file when i’m flossing
so my t–th are sharp like saws be
hard to beat just like a boss be
not a person b-tch i’m godly

hide and seekin’? you just lost me
i’m just hangin’ like my laundry
don’t like donuts that’s what hogs eat
mack is back, this time a zombie

bars so hard they make my jaw bleed
blood stained clothes when i’m beatboxing
no matter what boy i’ll keep talking
less i can’t like steven hawking
sometimes my rhymes might be off-beat
better watch out like train crossing
take a bar shout out xan papi
hit the blunt and now im coughing
time is money clock is costly
see my watch it be so rocky
and i’m not illuminati
driving round in a bugatti
double foot gas ain’t no stopping
going super fast i’m hauling
check the radar where the cops be
dodging them like calls from mom be

you know its jacob mack smokestack
make a scene but can’t be seen
call it double eyepatch
out of sight is where i be

- mack d lyrics

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