Quick Thought lyrics

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 mo' money than a banker

Ain't no therapy for my anger

Cause I'll put the therapist in danger

Original bitch, who dont take no one 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 catch a 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

(Ouu )Quick thought, (Ouu)quick thought

I should take a nigga chips then dip off

Matter 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 gone lean

Not talking liquor slowmo I'm gone snap like a fucking photo

Rich neighbors gone call the popo, like "Oh my God, oh no!"

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 yall but not into graffitti

Never argue with someone who beneath me

You got Yeezys but them bitches look sleepy

Tired ass 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 ,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'm a take they bread and make tuna

I shoot like a trained shooter strip a nigga naked like Hooters

Rug covered up in blood leaking thru the floor let me call Luna

I'm a handful so use both hands

These two hands will kill both mans

Fuck a yes man need a no man

I open more doors than a door man for these rappers, actors

These are real factors still haven't met no competition

Cause none of yall 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

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