Quick Thought

I feel like getting ignant Why I say ignant'? Ignant Ignorant, ignat Ignorant, ignat Ignorant, ignat Ignorant Whatever the fuck do you call it Whatever the fuck do you call it Ay, lemme stop playing Cash or credit, I take both I get dirty money, might need soap Summertime still a cold world So I walk around in a peacoat Don't interfere with my gangsta Saw more money than a banker Ain't no therapy for my anger 'Cause I'll put the therapist in danger Original bitch, who don't take no one's shit If them niggas start buggin', I raid they shit In other words, I spray they shit Whip a bitch ass, I Nae Nae shit I chase your confession, I am the connection I'm bodying niggas just out of perfection Witness protection should be his direction Known to cut up like a fucking C-Section (Ooh, ooh) quick thought (Ooh, ooh) quick thought I should take a nigga chips then dip off Matter of fact, take a nigga chips with a dip sauce If a nigga talk, take his lip off Shine on hoes like lip gloss Trigger happy when I let the clip off R.I.P., that nigga like a rip off Fuck back and forth like a swing 'Cause I don't talk, I just swing Bars doper than Charlie Sheen Couple shots, you gon' lean Not talking liquor, slo-mo I'm gone snap like a fucking photo Rich neighbors gon' call the popo Like, "Oh my God, oh no!" (scary ass, scary ass) That's what happen when you fuck with a goon The Draco go loony more than Looney Toons Up in the sky, all you see is balloons 12 more opps, we can link up at noon Drawing on y'all, but not into graffitti Never argue with someone who beneath me You got Yeezys, but them bitches look sleepy Tired as fuck from you wearing them weekly Dirty little broad in a dirty bra Bet a mill' that you not going far But to the car for a cigarette (cigarette) Glove department, might live a rat Hoes breath stank, need they liver check Gotta watch hoes, I need a sitter check Why worry now when I been a threat? Since a shorty getting drunk off Similac Ruger, Ruger, Ruger, riding with me in a Uber If I smell something fishy on the opps I'ma take they bread and make tuna I shoot like a trained shooter Strip a nigga naked like Hooters Rug covered up in blood leaking through the floor Let me call Luna I'm a handful, so use both hands These two hands will kill both mens Fuck a yes man, need a no man I open more doors than a doorman for these rappers, actors These are real factors, still haven't met no competition 'Cause none of y'all hoes matter That makeup do not match yo' skin tone I'm wondering what the fuck went wrong That Yaki is older than flip phones Don't take it out now, it shoulda been gone Work all day, fuck a shift, traffic all day like Lyft Call me Emily Elizabeth, I got a chopper bigger than Cliff Walk in the park, this shit a walk in the park Bitch, you not hard Probably run from the sound of a fart, ayy Walk in the park, this shit a walk in the park Bitch, you not hard Probably run from the sound of a fart Bitch ass, bitch ass, bitch ass, bitch ass, bitch ass