Ammo, Tha Warchild, Kendrick Lamar, Vincent Maggiano - Ignant lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ammo, Tha Warchild, Kendrick Lamar, Vincent Maggiano - Ignant lyrics]
They knew he was West Coast when
He walked thru the door
In all gangbang attire bodies
Parked on the floor
Rag in his back pocket, nigga
Dare him to trip
Faded and associated with the
Bloods and Crips
Ask questions if you want to, two to ya dome
I stay making donations to the funeral home
I gotta aim like a marksman
Bet he leave crawlin'
Afghanistan spitters on anything walkin'
Nigga known to keep the burner
With some extra shots
I let my mothafuckin' tech
Play connect the dots
Same whores and gang wars
Time to settle the score
Hit 'em all with the black talons
Leave 'em dead on the floor
You fucking with psycho, like no other
With a nine in my pocket and
The mind of a hustler
Certified riders, Comp-town's finest
You should rewind this, warhoggz behind this
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
I don't wanna pop pistols
Have something hot hit you
Plus I'm running from the feds
Got kids in block issues
What you gon' do when yo'
Homies is not with you? Cut out yo' eyes
Mail 'em to yo' mom's in box tissue
You are not official
I don't do it 'less it's beneficial
Vinnie gonna have to let the semi whistle
Have that ass on the ten o'clock news
Don't get killed for tryna pay dues
Stay sinning
Always be winning while they lose
Roll Benzs
Fucking these women off Grey Goose
Close your curtains, disconnect your mind
You're soul searching
You talk shit but you won't hurt him
Let the fo' burn him
So the next time you speak up on me
You gon' feel it up in your sternum
I will never leave
That's just how it is so let it be
Before I have to hit you with the Desert Eag'
I rip the melody, and flip a set of keys
I guess it's meant to be to have
Me sailing on the seven seas
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
Ride like it's four wheel drive (Ride)
Ride till we forklift the tires (Ride)
Ride and we never get tired
Ride on our enemies
Crime chemistry got me hemorrhaging
Blood out my memory
I'm Ted Bundy if the money exist (Ah, nah)
Al Bundy 'cause my other hand is
Gripping my dick, ain't nothing funny, bitch
Monopolize my prophecy
They watching me thru binoculars
Obviously, bitch, I'm Pac in these Wallabees
Wanna-be's wanna be me
Take one of these then take it easy
The Lord wants you and Forbes list need me
Lord forgive me for my ways
I blame it on how I was raised
Inside of a cage, praying with slaves
Compton, California
The coroner work for seven days
Throughout the week
You might as well leap yourself to a grave
Lunges out a bottomless pit
Bottles of Hennessy guzzle another fifth
Pop a pill then pop in the clip
Pop a shot then circle the block
Then you just repeat it again
Ammo, reincarnated, Rambo, now tell a friend
Motherfucker
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
He walked thru the door
In all gangbang attire bodies
Parked on the floor
Rag in his back pocket, nigga
Dare him to trip
Faded and associated with the
Bloods and Crips
Ask questions if you want to, two to ya dome
I stay making donations to the funeral home
I gotta aim like a marksman
Bet he leave crawlin'
Afghanistan spitters on anything walkin'
Nigga known to keep the burner
With some extra shots
I let my mothafuckin' tech
Play connect the dots
Same whores and gang wars
Time to settle the score
Hit 'em all with the black talons
Leave 'em dead on the floor
You fucking with psycho, like no other
With a nine in my pocket and
The mind of a hustler
Certified riders, Comp-town's finest
You should rewind this, warhoggz behind this
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
I don't wanna pop pistols
Have something hot hit you
Plus I'm running from the feds
Got kids in block issues
What you gon' do when yo'
Homies is not with you? Cut out yo' eyes
Mail 'em to yo' mom's in box tissue
You are not official
I don't do it 'less it's beneficial
Vinnie gonna have to let the semi whistle
Have that ass on the ten o'clock news
Don't get killed for tryna pay dues
Stay sinning
Always be winning while they lose
Roll Benzs
Fucking these women off Grey Goose
Close your curtains, disconnect your mind
You're soul searching
You talk shit but you won't hurt him
Let the fo' burn him
So the next time you speak up on me
You gon' feel it up in your sternum
I will never leave
That's just how it is so let it be
Before I have to hit you with the Desert Eag'
I rip the melody, and flip a set of keys
I guess it's meant to be to have
Me sailing on the seven seas
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
Ride like it's four wheel drive (Ride)
Ride till we forklift the tires (Ride)
Ride and we never get tired
Ride on our enemies
Crime chemistry got me hemorrhaging
Blood out my memory
I'm Ted Bundy if the money exist (Ah, nah)
Al Bundy 'cause my other hand is
Gripping my dick, ain't nothing funny, bitch
Monopolize my prophecy
They watching me thru binoculars
Obviously, bitch, I'm Pac in these Wallabees
Wanna-be's wanna be me
Take one of these then take it easy
The Lord wants you and Forbes list need me
Lord forgive me for my ways
I blame it on how I was raised
Inside of a cage, praying with slaves
Compton, California
The coroner work for seven days
Throughout the week
You might as well leap yourself to a grave
Lunges out a bottomless pit
Bottles of Hennessy guzzle another fifth
Pop a pill then pop in the clip
Pop a shot then circle the block
Then you just repeat it again
Ammo, reincarnated, Rambo, now tell a friend
Motherfucker
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)