Ducking fades

Lyrics

HOOK We ain’t duckin no fades, bitch, fuck is you sayin Pop this, pop that, bitch pop it in the paint, bangin Bitch get in the field, line it the fuck up, playin I’m New York City’s finest, hoe, I don’t ever duck a fade We ain’t duckin no fades, bitch, fuck is you sayin Pop this, pop that, bitch pop it in the paint, bangin Get in the field, line it the fuck up, playin NYC finest, bitch, I’m really not the one to play with ⸻ VERSE 1 Ratchet bitch, mouth reckless, attitude rude If I say it then I mean it, bitch I’m not in the mood Talk spicy on the net, but be quiet in the room I’ll slap fire out a bitch, make her rethink her tune I don’t duck shit, I don’t run, I don’t hide Bitch step up or shut up, pick a fuckin side Timbs laced tight, yeah I’m outside I been ready for the bullshit, bitch I stay primed ⸻ PRE-HOOK Say it to my face, don’t type that shit If it’s pressure, bitch, I like that shit Toe to toe, bitch, fight that shit I don’t bark for the camera, I bite that shit ⸻ HOOK We ain’t duckin no fades, bitch, fuck is you sayin Pop this, pop that, bitch pop it in the paint, bangin Bitch get in the field, line it the fuck up, playin I’m New York City’s finest, hoe, I don’t ever duck a fade ⸻ VERSE 2 Bad bitch energy, piss poor patience If a bitch want smoke, I don’t do negotiations I’ll fuck up the vibe, fuck up locations Have a bitch breathin heavy, need explanations From the Bronx to the Stuy, Brooklyn nights Bitches talk big shit but don’t wanna fight I ain’t scary, hoe, I’m really on sight Say my name too crazy, bitch, I might ⸻ BREAK / CHANT Line it up, bitch Square the fuck up Pop that shit Yeah, run it the fuck up ⸻ FINAL HOOK (LOUD AF) We ain’t duckin no fades, bitch, never that Pop this, pop that, bitch pop it where it’s at Get in the field, hoe, line it the fuck back NYC finest, bitch, remember that