Sitting Ducks Lyrics | Mick Jenkins

Sitting Ducks Song Lyrics
Sitting Ducks by Mick Jenkins Ayy, ain't no stoppin' me
I'm above Kent, we apostrophes
Seen all sides, and all I see isosceles
Pyramid schemes need atrocities
They causin', ain't no pausin'
Ain't enough gause and the holes in yo' logic
The optics work like an oxtail, and everything's gravy, you crazy?
Roll up the flower, these niggas keep pushin' up daisies
Pour up some cognac, I'm holdin' the bottleneck lazy
Boiling back in my seat, black on my teeth
Activator, charcoal poison, back in the streets
Acclimating hardly just charged up
Batteries is aggravated, tell 'em they can't spar with us
I seen the end, they don't wanna start with us
It'll cost them a arm and a leg
The other leg, the other arm in his head
Margerine message
Don't gotta be butter, just as long as it spreads
Ducks, they in the shallow water followin' bread, the f**k?
I'm 'cross the pond, jaywalkin' a auto bond
I'm in the motherland tryna connect with my other fam'
Brother man, I don't know no fake niggas
We don't bury truth, I don't know no gravediggers
No chains, ain't no slaves with us (Butcher comin')
Cold propane, keep that flame with us

Yeah, it's big clip Butcher, ain't no bargainin' with the family
My hoes seen each other nudes like Ari and Young Miami
I was rummagin' through trash (Trash)
Now, I'm runnin' through this cash (Cash)
You got me peaceful
I be humming tunes while thumbin' through a half-goon (Hahaha)
A snitch don't deserve to be safe
Don't say a word, just make him prove that boy mine like a paternity case
I spent two bricks on this Rollie, woke up, and went jewelry shoppin'
And the house claustrophobic, surrounded by Louis boxes
Yak jumped off the porch, but not me, I'm a scuba-diver
So, still can't get my respect, I'ma shoot it out you
The corner room at Noble, that was the best reservation
Associates over friends 'cause it be less expectations
The f**k y'all niggas doin' if y'all ain't stackin' that up?
'Cause, by time my album drop, I'm gon' be wrappin' that up (Time ran out)
Me, I'm connected 'round the map like I'm Trump
On my rest days trappin' with a saddle light on a Cadilac truck
And still feelin' like a villain behind glasses
Chillin' sippin' Villa Antinori out of wine glasses (I win again)
Tell the plug, "I need options," I'm picky, picky with the dope
And my b**ches, ain't goin' fifty-fifty with no ho