Lady XO - Ignorant lyrics
Lady XO [Chicago, Illinois. U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Lady XO - Ignorant lyrics]
You gotta sharp ass tongue for
A bitch that’s suckin' dick
My homie hit her bout some beef and
She still tryna send a pic
I Swear to god can’t trust these bitches
Actin friendly miss me with it
Cut em off they get to snitchin'
Sorry no i cannot risk it
I tried to put em on
But they never wanna listen
Talk about it on the low
But I’m not really trippin'
And Now when they hear my shit it’s
Right away they go to skip it
But I don’t take it personal it’s
Just part of the business
Had to go and make it happen
Fuck I look like lettin' you snatch it
Bitch I’m self made
If you hatin' I ain’t tryna' have it
Hit me up for what you need but
Only if you tryna grab that
Cuz i don’t got the time to waste
On no one who be cappin'
And I’m posted at the spot
And bitch I’m movin' quite a lot
Gimme 20 minutes tops
I’ll be right back doin a drop
It’s 2k19 what the fuck you
Doin not chasin' the guap
I’m busy at the studio tryna
Make this hot shit pop
Okay you say you bout that action
Up until it’s time to go
I gotta Glock on me under the seat
I keep it on the low
You not my family I don't know you
Then I’ll never trust a soul
Speakin' of them we tryna make it
Bet we stayin' ten toes
Eatin' little Cesars Pizza cuz that
Shit's only a fin
When I was broke I can’t recall
Someone who wanted me to win
When you down and out they sendin'
Shots but shit ain't even skim
Gottem creepin' on me now sayin' they
Proud like bitch since when
Man it’s woven in the Fabric
Why you talkin' all that madness
You should lemme rub off on you
Cuz I’m causin' all this static
Lil pretty body tatted
Lipstick poppin' cuz it's matted
But don’t ever get me fucked up
Take you off the map it’s magic
Got so many blue bills on me
I feel like I’m swimming
Made a couple stacks this week
& all ya homeboys actin jealous
But don’t take it too personal
I make this shit look easy
Hoe Stop fakin' smiles in my face
Straight up you lookin' cheesy
Backpack fulla packs act funny get smacked
Run up on me pop ya top like a tic tac
We ain’t playin' none of that
Homie better step back
Unless he want some hittas on his
Ass and they don't chit chat
Stupid ass bitch thinkin' we can’t
Find where he stay
My girl finessed him out a bag &
Then go on about her way
Don’t hit me up with all the drama
What you expect me to say
Cuz that’s just how the cookie crumbles
When you think you runnin' game
A bitch that’s suckin' dick
My homie hit her bout some beef and
She still tryna send a pic
I Swear to god can’t trust these bitches
Actin friendly miss me with it
Cut em off they get to snitchin'
Sorry no i cannot risk it
I tried to put em on
But they never wanna listen
Talk about it on the low
But I’m not really trippin'
And Now when they hear my shit it’s
Right away they go to skip it
But I don’t take it personal it’s
Just part of the business
Had to go and make it happen
Fuck I look like lettin' you snatch it
Bitch I’m self made
If you hatin' I ain’t tryna' have it
Hit me up for what you need but
Only if you tryna grab that
Cuz i don’t got the time to waste
On no one who be cappin'
And I’m posted at the spot
And bitch I’m movin' quite a lot
Gimme 20 minutes tops
I’ll be right back doin a drop
It’s 2k19 what the fuck you
Doin not chasin' the guap
I’m busy at the studio tryna
Make this hot shit pop
Okay you say you bout that action
Up until it’s time to go
I gotta Glock on me under the seat
I keep it on the low
You not my family I don't know you
Then I’ll never trust a soul
Speakin' of them we tryna make it
Bet we stayin' ten toes
Eatin' little Cesars Pizza cuz that
Shit's only a fin
When I was broke I can’t recall
Someone who wanted me to win
When you down and out they sendin'
Shots but shit ain't even skim
Gottem creepin' on me now sayin' they
Proud like bitch since when
Man it’s woven in the Fabric
Why you talkin' all that madness
You should lemme rub off on you
Cuz I’m causin' all this static
Lil pretty body tatted
Lipstick poppin' cuz it's matted
But don’t ever get me fucked up
Take you off the map it’s magic
Got so many blue bills on me
I feel like I’m swimming
Made a couple stacks this week
& all ya homeboys actin jealous
But don’t take it too personal
I make this shit look easy
Hoe Stop fakin' smiles in my face
Straight up you lookin' cheesy
Backpack fulla packs act funny get smacked
Run up on me pop ya top like a tic tac
We ain’t playin' none of that
Homie better step back
Unless he want some hittas on his
Ass and they don't chit chat
Stupid ass bitch thinkin' we can’t
Find where he stay
My girl finessed him out a bag &
Then go on about her way
Don’t hit me up with all the drama
What you expect me to say
Cuz that’s just how the cookie crumbles
When you think you runnin' game