The beginning of a heat rock

Money to the treetops

Thick señoritas

Want me to sign their te-ta's

A young hood n***a born

And raised where the streets hot

Rob you for your wristwatch

Watch and get your g shocked

Static's what we need not

My niggas roll with heaters

And i don't need a gat

'Cuz my raps get your b***h hot

Make your lady's knees knock

Touching on her sweet spots

Had her brown round wide open like a pita

Hey Mira mira ben aqui like my primo

Counting up these c-notes

Sorry Nevy B-notes

New York niggas get dough

Watch me as i kick flows

Yes i sing and rap

Now get your b***h up off my new growth

Duck sauce

Duck sauce

Duck sauce

I be the point of all her interests

Wicked twisted and vicious

Like putting pit bulls on

Your mother's christmas gift list

From staten isle

The land of lost toys and misfits

Now living on your chick's lips

And i swear that all these chickens

In here only want some liquid Seed

And i can live with Feed-ing them this Nesquik

Breathe baby

You messing with Me Macky

You desperately Wishing too deep to

Get up on this guest list

I'll put you on this next shit what

i'll put you on this next shit)

Shit most of these niggas out here

Fronting like they Warbucks

But really orphan anything to get a SlowBucks

F**k all this talking when i was young

I was J Tuck Trucking anything

In my way to get me a tour bus

Aw shucks this young n***a can spit sick

Now my neck is covered in your girl's lipstick

The shit is while you wanting all her kisses

She's kissing on my dipstick

Duck sauce

Duck sauce

Duck sauce

Duck sauce

Mad duck sauce up on my chicken wings

You might not get it 'cuz it's a New York thing

Your Beef and Broccoli's too sloppy

They see my Masterminds and wanna copy

So Copy that everybody wanna be Mack

A fly n***a looking good on this Pete track

And for you lames trying to hear change

I'll sell you all the same thing

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Duck sauce

Duck sauce

Duck sauce