Shouldve Ducked

Em
DJ FMCT

Ayy, they told me I can't be around no gang members
             C                 B
Y'all got me messed up, nigga
                        Em
I go everywhere with my killers, man
          C
DJ Bandz, oh, man
B
 Yeah, let's get it


[Verse 1: Lil Durk & Pooh Shiesty]
Em
  Throw that mask on, when you jump out first you better blast (Yeah)
C                            B
 V. don't like slow this, on hits, them switches (Brrt) fast (Gang)
Em                                                             C
  Ain't gon lie, the city haul with strikers, they don't last (Turn up)
                           B
When you poppin' with your killers, you better check your guys (Man, what)
Em                                                                 C
  We don't party on other blocks, they mess with other opps (Let's get it)
                          B
Then come 'round like you gang, that got your brother shot (Brrah)
Em                                                                 C
  You say his name insidе a song, that got your brother hot (Let's get it)
                                 B
Thеn leave him hangin' without a lawyer, that stuff dumb as what
Em
  You come outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as what
C                          B
 Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (Brrah)
Em
  I told my PO through the gate that I get high as what
C                         B
 She ask me how high do I get, I told her high as Duck (Tooka)
Em
  My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin' Glockies (Gettin' Glocks)
C                        B
 I told him I only drink wocky, he say I'm gettin' cocky (Let's get it)
Em
  All them girls wanna mess me, I don't give them money
C                              B
 One girl thought I told her, "Yeah," I said, "You better block me"
Em
  He survived one to the head, but it messed up his body
C                            B
 You think he off a eight or red the way that nigga noddin'
Em
  He don't even know 'bout drugs, he sell lean, OxyContin
C                            B
 You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil' boy actually robbin'
Em
  Man, he talkin' 'bout gang in this girl (Why he callin', talkin' 'bout gang?)
         C                                     B
He ain't get back from that one stuff, man his gang ain't on this
      Em
Fonem posted up outside, Dracos hanging and this
          C                             B
Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous and stuff (Brrr, brrr, brrr)


[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
         Em
I'm King Draco, got my name off drilling, check the record, girl (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
           C                                  B
That girly dropped that song about me, he get found without his head
           Em
Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin, they fakin', they'll call it quits
             C                                  B
They made me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong stuff
            Em
Might still sip when I get low, but I prefer Wock over trip
              C                          B
Messed up and let me in the door, I went fully on auto sticks
        Em
I'm Mr. Slime 'Em Out, I caught his backdoor, unlocked on the lick
       C                          B
Or Mr. Leave No Evidence, know my criminal book hella thick (On God)
Em
  You niggas goose, ain't got no gun
                           C
You went away, your ass is dumb
                             B                                   Em
I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn't wait to get some money
                                                             C
My lil' nigga up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie

They thought I was just rappin'
B                                     Em
Lately, murder gang, that stuff ain't funny
                                                              C
You know the murder gang, they come through, that stuff ain't funny
                            B                                    Em
I'm locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers 'round the country
                                                                     C
I might don't need to slime 'em out, just be yourself and stay three hundred
                            B                                Em
We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday
                                                           C
My cleats tied up in the field, won't never hear me go out runnin'
                          B                               Em
Post up a pic like I'm in A , but the whole time I'm with gun
                                                                     C
We ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout that stuff you did, go get active again
                                 B                                     Em
It's either eat or get ate on my side, I'ma screw the drops and go and spin
                                                              C
Three and O, we skunkin' this, get one more kill, conceal the win
                          B                                     Em
Beef with us, won't never land 'till y'all get hit up with them pens
                                                    C
Can't come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N
                              B                                    Em
We caught one of them girlies drunk, he died before he dropped the Henny
                                                                  C
Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and still don't know what to get in
                              B
Take off the emblems out the 'Cat
                            Em                                           C                    
Tint out the window 'fore I spin (Shh, brrr, tint out the window 'fore I spin, brrt, brrt, 
   B
brrt, brrt)
                   Em    C  B
(brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)