[Verse 1] We roll deep in the pond, feathers slick, lookin' fly, Got that duck swag, wings spreadin' to the sky. We don’t walk in a line, nah, we break that mold, Quackin' up a riot, yo, the bread’s all gold. Flyin’ past the rules, ain't nobody stoppin' us, Feathers on fleek, we ain’t ridin’ no bus. Splashin' through the waves, always makin' a scene, Whole crew pullin' up, like a duck dream team. [Verse 2] Picnic crew pulls up, thinkin' they safe and sound, But we comin' like a storm, feet splashin' the ground. They tossin' crumbs, but we take the whole stash, Leave 'em wonderin', how they disappeared in a flash. They ain't ready for the quack squad rollin' in tough, We take every snack, never settlin' for enough. Leave ‘em shook, duck mob takin’ it all, By the time they blink twice, we already gone, y'all. [Chorus] Quack Attack! Ain’t no holdin' us back, We grab that bread, we’re the kings of the pack. Quack Attack! We don’t care ‘bout your rules, We run the pond, no respect for the fools. Quack Attack! Feathers fly, no slack, We stack that dough, and we never look back. Quack Attack! Ducks ain't playin' it cool, We rise up wild, breakin’ every rule. [Break] [PercussionBreak] [Verse 3] They spot us waddlin’ up, think it’s all a joke, But when we hit the scene, best believe we provoke. Mallards on a mission, we ain't movin' slow, Chest puffed, feathers flared, yeah, we steal the show. We ain’t askin’ for permission, just takin' what’s owed, Every crumb, every slice, yo, we break the code. No more cute and cuddly, now we cause a stir, You step into the pond, you're dealin’ with a blur. [Verse 4] From the reeds to the shore, we don’t stay in place, We the bosses of the water, got no time to waste. Forget the house pets—dogs, cats, and all, We quack loud, make the whole park stall. Ain’t no competition, we the kings in flight, Flippin’ wings, claim the block, every day, every night. Humans feedin’ ducks? Nah, we flipped that script, Now the bread’s in our beaks, and we takin’ it quick. [Chorus] Quack Attack! Ain’t no holdin' us back, We grab that bread, we’re the kings of the pack. Quack Attack! We don’t care ‘bout your rules, We run the pond, no respect for the fools. Quack Attack! Feathers fly, no slack, We stack that dough, and we never look back. Quack Attack! Ducks ain't playin' it cool, We rise up wild, breakin’ every rule. [Interlude] [Instrumental Interlude] [Bridge] We used to glide chill, just floatin' through the scene, Now we got wings spread, and we chase that green. People call us rowdy, they don’t understand, This is duck revolution, we takin’ a stand. [Verse 5] But the night hit hard, and the park went still, The bread turned sour by the bench on the hill. Our crew fell quiet, no splash in the mix, Turns out the game we played was rigged with tricks. Now the flock’s thinned out, no more riot, no clout, A lesson learned hard when greed takes the route. Maybe next time we fly with a smarter plan, For now, it’s silence where the quack wars ran. [Outro] No more Quack Attack, the pond’s gone cold, We reigned for a minute, but the truth got sold. Next uprising, we’ll be wise with the plan, For now, we drift, just ducks on the lam.