Sick Duck

Sick Duck
[Intro]
Your eyes are so red it's so cute

[Chorus: Karm the Tool]
I- I-I-I’m that motherfucker
Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck- buck-
Chopper bang up on a nigga till my wrist stuck
W-w-wrist froze like my wrist stuck
Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck- fuck-

And if you swinging keep your fists up
Get up
Pussy nigga tryna sick duck
Ch-ch-chopper st-st-stutter sounds like bitch talk
And when it stutter make a bitch talk

[Verse 1: Karm the Tool]
They ain’t know the clique I had to put him on
Shawty in my DMs made her favorite song
She said boy you blowing know where you come from
Fist on knuckle knuckles if you act tough

Got a lotta choppers I ain’t scared of those (Huh?)
Got 30 clip that get rid of hoes
Magazine with a centerfold
While a bitch ride me like a Benz truck
And we so so dirty (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga we been up (Let's go)
I must have fathered the niggas cause they wanna hear something
(You not my dad)

When I’m with the clique
Don’t try to say hi to me
When I reply (Ay)
It’s like they won the lottery (Ay)
You not my mama (Ay)
Don’t care if you’re proud of me (Ay)
When I hit millies
Hakuna Matata (Huh?)
Your baby mama so proud to be fond of me (Ay)
Oh yes indeed she creamy on top of me (Ay)
Sleep with a strap and a bitch no monogamy (Ay)
Free all my brodies locked up like monopoly (Your mother ha)

[Chorus: Karm the Tool]
I’m that motherfucker
Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck- buck-
Chopper bang up on a nigga till my wrist stuck
W-w-wrist froze like my wrist stuck
Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck- fuck-

And if you swinging keep your fists up
Get up
Pussy nigga tryna sick duck
Ch- ch- chopper st-st-stutter sounds like bitch talk
And when it stutter make a bitch talk

[Verse 2: Yung Skayda]
I already told you
I DON'T EVEN FUCKING CARE
TWISTING MY WRIST, SWING MY FIST IN THE AIR
SWINGING MY FIST AND MY WRIST AND MY HAIR
BITCH LICK MY DICK AND HER MAN WATCHING SCARED

Punk slut shawty
Throw it at the party
In my crib with my bitch bumping Playboi Carti
Karm got dreads he like to swing just like he Bob Marley
Just got brain it’s so insane yuh that shit was retarded
Pulled a strain that shit so dank it smell like someone fart
Put that icing on her face like a pop tart
Bitch I’ll hit the folks on a cop car
Mixing Adderall with my Wokhardt

[Chorus: Karm the Tool]
I’m that motherfucker
Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck- buck
Chopper bang up on a nigga till my wrist stuck
W-w-wrist froze like my wrist stuck
Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck- fuck-

And if you swinging keep your fists up
Get up
Pussy nigga tryna sick duck
Ch-ch-chopper st-st-stutter sounds like bitch talk
And when it stutter make a bitch talk

Wonder Boy
[Outro: Yung Skayda & Karm the Tool]
I’m a wonder boy
Always lost always wandering
I see these big billboards, I wanna see myself right in front of it
I don’t mean to be the elephant
But life is really what you make of it

I’m a wonder boy
Always lost never making sense
Always trying to find my way through the mud instead walking on the pavement
Life is a creation
So why wouldn’t I create something?

Am I in my head?
Am I just inside all the things around me that I don’t understand?
Am I just a voice inside
This empty house again?
I’m wasting all my time
All for a second to rest
Why is it moving so fast?