Rooga - “For Duck” (Official Music Video) ⇅
Song Title : For Duck
Artist : Rooga
Copyrights : I Told You So Records on behalf of Denzel Charles..
Writer : Rooga
Lyrics : 100%. Music 50%
Email : Roogabookingsgmail.com
Composer/producer : DiGi Prada
Shot By : Billy Kauck & Exclusive.
Lyrics : Music : 50%
IPI, Email : digibeatzzzgmail.com
Label : I Told You So Records, Inc.
205 N Michigan Ave, Suite 810
Chicago IL 60601
Phone : +1 (312) 260 - 9990
Fax : +1 (312) 260 - 9989
Email : c.cutroneitysmusic.com
Distributor : Create Music Group.
Studio phone : (312) 404-6350
Mix Enganeer : Slavic Livins
Email : infoslaviclivins.com.
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FOR DUCK LYRICS
New Glock’s and xd’s. We ain’t shooting til we test these and we ain’t stopping til we catch 3. Hit his crib and tell him catch me. They like they ain’t playing fair yeah this shit that deep..
The other day I almost clapped a Nigga. Whole time this just a fan he trying to snap a picture.
That get back gone be so real we gotta wrap a Nigga. We just riding lurking tryna catch a rapper Nigga and if we ever said it’s up nigga. Then it’s stuck nigga. I’m the type to come through dressed up like a cluck Nigga. Now you boxed up in that corner and you fucked nigga. And the last words that you heard was this for Duck nigga. And all that fake shit don’t come around with it. Cause usually that snake shit come around with it. And usually the ones that fold say they down with it. You hanging with that Nigga he told you must be down with it. And ain’ t gotta get close to you. Nigga I can get you touched from a ocean view. I just make a call and they do what they post to do. Aint no capping boa them scrappers they stand over you. Like Dooski say I got a bond with my shooters.
And if they catch a case then we just bond out the shooter. We might hit yo crib like we running with the looters. You can try to run but ain’t no running from this Ruger. I catch the killer he getting buried alive no buried in five. When my niggas want you where you gone hide better ride with that fire.
And if we can’t find you we gone get somebody that mean a lot to you. So you can keep on hiding and we Gon end up taking a lot from you. And ain’t no question I don’t wanna talk. Ain’t no drive-by shootings today I wanna walk.
- We been at his crib some hours today I wanna stalk. And we ain’t leaving from his crib until this nigga caught. He coming out I saw him in HD. Ran up on him with the pipe.
Like nigga take these. Nigga stumbling and running he can’t shake these. Then all you seen was a flash. Told him say cheese. Look got a lot of shit on my mind I just keep inside. Because if I let it out you might jus see them demons fly. It’s fucked up when you lose your Nigga and see him die. That hit a part in yo soul where you can’t even cry. I then witness Niggas change right in front of me. And I then witnessed Niggas get changed right in front of me. Mama always ask me son what you wanna be. But it ain’t what I wanna be ma it’s what I’m gonna be. I always been the humble type but never been the mumble type. Was raised around them young wild Niggas in that jungle life. You wouldn’t last a day you don’t wanna see what that jungle like. Them youngings riding around with pipes them youngings they’ll take your life. Most of my niggas gang bang or locked up in a cell. Sometimes I ask the man upstairs is we living in hell. Them shorties run up on your porch like they deliver mail. Them shorties run up with that torch and just deliver shells. See I grew up in a city full of hatred. Where they see you got a way out but don’t wanna see you make it. They don’t wanna see you take it. They dont wanna see you chase it..
They gone smile like its love but deep down inside they hate it. See I came along way from depression and aggression. From welfare to section 8 I thank God cause it’s a blessing. Brothers in and out of jail’s lord knows my mama stressing. Thinking about the life I live like will I make it to see heaven.
Will I make it to see 27 I’ll be damned I be under a reveren. I’ll be damned I let a Nigga get up on me he gone catch six from the seven. I then seen Niggas hang with Niggas who then told. So I don’t fuck with them you fuck with him you then told. I can vouch these niggas bitches on bro nem. And I can merch that on them Niggas on folk nem. If that was me won’t be no witness naww.
If that was me won’t be no sentence. Look So run up on me wrong you better have your shit together. Because them killers I fuck with they be with whatever. My niggas hopping out with them deserts. We ain’t come to Send a blessing boa we came to send a message..
Look moral of the story keep a weapon if he trying to learn. He get burned because I teach a lesson. Hollows open up like presents when I shoot that Smith and Wesson. For some shit he did in the past now he ain’t present Nigga.