[Intro: Vinyl crackle, sinister piano, distorted 808 rumble, whispered] Yeah... Phone on DND. Door locked. Lights low. She said, "Where you at?" Bitch... I'm duckin'. [Verse 1: Rapped, low and cocky] I got three phones and they all on silent, Four different names but they all get violent. One say baby, one say where you been, One say I miss you, Shit, here we go again. I ain't looking for love, I'm allergic to feelings, Every time she catch feelings, I'm already leaving. She want conversation, I want smoke in the ceiling, She asking where this going, Bitch, nowhere. Keep chillin'. Black truck creeping through the back of the club, She waving from the doorway like she already in love. I give her that grin, then I'm gone by two, She wake up with a text saying, "Who the fuck are you?" I'm a certified problem, professional headache, Got women on rotation like a goddamn mixtape. She say I'm an asshole, Yeah baby, that's facts. But you knew what it was when you climbed in the back. [Pre-Chorus: Sung, melodic, cold] Don't call my phone, Don't ask where I've been. Don't hit my door with that let me in. I ain't your man, I ain't your friend. You catch feelings, That's where this shit ends. [Chorus: Shouted hook, aggressive] I'M DUCKIN' BITCHES! Left, right, disappear like a motherfucking witness. I'M DUCKIN' BITCHES! She want my heart, Bitch, I ain't got a ticket. New number, new night, same old story, She want commitment, I want temporary glory. I'M DUCKIN' BITCHES! Call me what you want, I'm still ignoring all your texts. [Verse 2: Rapped] She saw me downtown with another bad habit, Started throwing questions like, "Who the fuck was that?" I said, "Nobody." She said, "That's bullshit." I said, "Damn right." Then I dipped through the exit. I got a reputation I don't even defend, Every ex-girlfriend somehow turns into a friend, Until she sees me with somebody new again, Then suddenly I'm Satan and she's telling all her friends. I keep my heart frozen, motherfucker, no thaw, If she starts saying forever, I'm already out the door. She want matching tattoos, I want matching excuses, She bring up relationships, I bring up loose ends. I ain't Romeo baby, I'm more like a warning, Leave before midnight, don't be crying in the morning. You can call me toxic, you can call me insane, But don't call me your boyfriend, That's where I draw the line. [Pre-Chorus: Sung, melodic, cold] Don't call my phone, Don't ask where I've been. Don't hit my door with that let me in. I ain't your man, I ain't your friend. You catch feelings, That's where this shit ends. [Chorus: Shouted hook, aggressive] I'M DUCKIN' BITCHES! Left, right, disappear like a motherfucking witness. I'M DUCKIN' BITCHES! She want my heart, Bitch, I ain't got a ticket. New number, new night, same old story, She want commitment, I want temporary glory. I'M DUCKIN' BITCHES! Call me what you want, I'm still ignoring all your texts. [Verse 3: Rapped, slower] Ain't no good morning, ain't no how was your day, Ain't no anniversary, ain't no shit to celebrate. She asks, "What are we?" I say, "Having a good time." She says, "I love you." I say, "Damn... that's unfortunate." I keep moving like the cops got my description, Every time I catch a feeling, I immediately evict it. She got my location, I disable the shit, She knows my favorite restaurant, I change the damn list. I'm a walking red flag with a full tank of gas, If she asks about my future, I'm changing the subject fast. She want to meet my mama? Absolutely not. She want to meet my friends? Bitch, which ones? I forgot. I don't make promises, I make exits. I don't leave breadcrumbs, I leave questions. She said, "You ain't shit." I said, "Probably." Then I put the pedal down and vanished in the fog. [Bridge: Beat stripped, piano and bass only, whispered to shouted] Phone buzzing... Where you at? [Ignored] Who you with? [Ignored] Do you even care? Hell nah. [808 Drop] If love is a game, I'm cheating. If commitment is a trap, I'm leaving. If she says forever, I'm fucking fleeing. [Chorus: Full beat, heavy 808, shouted hook] I'M DUCKIN' BITCHES! Left, right, disappear like a motherfucking witness. I'M DUCKIN' BITCHES! She want my heart, Bitch, I ain't got a ticket. New number, new night, same old story, She want commitment, I want temporary glory. I'M DUCKIN' BITCHES! Call me what you want, I'm still ignoring all your texts. [Outro: Vinyl crackle, distant laughter, bass fading, spoken] Where you going? Home. Whose house? Mind your business. [Door slam, 808 hit] QUACK.
