Shouldve Ducked Too by MOULA 1st Lyrics
[Chorus: Osama & Moula 1st]
I told Moula I don't like this shit
It's coming off the top I don't write this shit
Shorty a thot you gon' wife the bitch
30 in the Glock, this that lighting clip
I'm on the block, where they tote the strap
Really in the streets, we don't like to rap
Certi on me I don't like to scrap
23 in the clip tell 'em that Michael's back
Better stay in your home
[Verse 1: Osama & Moula 1st]
Keep thinking your grown
You know how I pull up, I pull up alone
Send shots at your dome
They begging Osama please leave me alone
Better stay in your zone
You know it's a problem when I got the chrome
Pull up, leave him
Headshot, lil' nigga not breathing
Chest shot, face shots I'm beaking
Man down, man down who's scheming?
Man down, lil' nigga who's preeing?
Send him to heaven, man I thought he was a demon
On your block slide for no reason
50 shots, give a fuck about your defence
Send a nigga to the church like a deacon
Don't really give a fuck what your preaching
Late nights in the trap I was bleaching
Prey wait like shark I was deep in
Got a whole bunch of ice now I'm freezing
Get him out the game if he reaching
Matter fact nigga I was breaching
Plugged in with the white now I'm gleaming
[Chorus: Osama & Moula 1st]
I told Moula I don't like this shit
It's coming off the top I don't write this shit
Shorty a thot you gon' wife the bitch
30 in the Glock, this that lighting clip
I'm on the block, where they tote the strap
Really in the streets, we don't like to rap
Certi on me I don't like to scrap
23 in the clip tell 'em that Michael's back
Better stay in your home
I told Moula I don't like this shit
It's coming off the top I don't write this shit
Shorty a thot you gon' wife the bitch
30 in the Glock, this that lighting clip
I'm on the block, where they tote the strap
Really in the streets, we don't like to rap
Certi on me I don't like to scrap
23 in the clip tell 'em that Michael's back
Better stay in your home
[Verse 1: Osama & Moula 1st]
Keep thinking your grown
You know how I pull up, I pull up alone
Send shots at your dome
They begging Osama please leave me alone
Better stay in your zone
You know it's a problem when I got the chrome
Pull up, leave him
Headshot, lil' nigga not breathing
Chest shot, face shots I'm beaking
Man down, man down who's scheming?
Man down, lil' nigga who's preeing?
Send him to heaven, man I thought he was a demon
On your block slide for no reason
50 shots, give a fuck about your defence
Send a nigga to the church like a deacon
Don't really give a fuck what your preaching
Late nights in the trap I was bleaching
Prey wait like shark I was deep in
Got a whole bunch of ice now I'm freezing
Get him out the game if he reaching
Matter fact nigga I was breaching
Plugged in with the white now I'm gleaming
[Chorus: Osama & Moula 1st]
I told Moula I don't like this shit
It's coming off the top I don't write this shit
Shorty a thot you gon' wife the bitch
30 in the Glock, this that lighting clip
I'm on the block, where they tote the strap
Really in the streets, we don't like to rap
Certi on me I don't like to scrap
23 in the clip tell 'em that Michael's back
Better stay in your home