Quick Thought

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    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

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    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
    RIP, 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 graffiti
    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

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