Ducking Static

Ayy, woah, ayy, woah, Young Deezy, YMT

I'm exhausted, I'll rub a body in the booth

I'm not in my city, but I'm in a different zone

And I got plenty eyes on me, I never pay attention

Where they at, where they hiding, I heard they duckin' static

And on my gang, I swear my new bitch came with everything

And I'ma turn that boy right into a healthy pack

He whippin' dope up in the kitchen, that's that gasoline

And I been fuckin' on that same girl since I was sixteen

Even though my Glock was a 30, still shoot 11