Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Duck My Ex’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Got it on smash
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
Tonight I’ma flex, ah (oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (owiee)
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the Tec
Tryna duck my ex
Damn whats comin’ next
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
In here, toasted up
I’ma take a single pic and I’ma post it up, oh yeah
Single for the night and the night looking young
She throw me took me right let me tell you make the jump, jump
Throw it to me, throw it to me
Bust it like a, new year, older to me
Find a new shawty and she badder with the set
Shout-out everybody in here doing better than they ex, oh
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
Tonight I’ma flex, ah (oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (owiee)
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the Tec
Tryna duck my ex
Damn what’s comin’ next
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Don’t get in my way, get in my way now
Don’t you go out your way on your way down
Don’t gotta be partying, ain’t tryna keep up
Just don’t look for me, end of story
It’s the major leagues, I swing my dick like batter up
I stay creeping
Hit it out the park
With your best friend and we fucking in my ‘Rari
Know a nigga petty, I’m not saying sorry
I’m just countin’ checks,tryna flex, you know
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
Tonight I’ma flex, ah (oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (owiee)
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the Tec
Tryna duck my ex
Damn what’s comin’ next
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Yeah
I go hard, erect
Surrounded in baguettes
My life need a set
I got [?] in a soundtrack
Sippin’ on some mile back
Where you get that style from?
Let me get my style back
Never been camera shy
Mug shots, no Clayton High
Potato on the barrel, turn your ass into potato pie
Every letter in the alphabet a G (a G)
My favourite that I wanna see is me
You can’t compete
I’m out your league
Check your receipt
The dick ain’t free, yeah
Okay, on my fourth Patek
I’m stuntin’ on my ex
Give her everything except another chance and respect, yeah
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks (2 Chainz)
Tonight I’ma flex, ah
Rollie, no Patek
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the Tec
Tryna duck my ex
Damn what’s comin’ next
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)