Lil Blood, Peezy, 3rd World Momo - Ignorant Shit lyrics

(Paper & Ink made this) old drunk-ass bitch
(Idea coming for the 808)
Ayy, Blood, you already know what's goin' on
Nigga, Ghetto Boy, 3rd World shit, nigga
Uh, uh this shit
This shit real different
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Like, super astronomical, some shit like that
Very ignorant you dig?
Phew, phew, phew

Told the lil' bitch I'm a boss with workers
And every bitch I fuck with
Gotta serve her purpose
I ain't fuckin' on no bitch
Unless I'm checkin' her purses
On demon time and I'ma wrap a
Nigga head like a turban
Searchin' for every dollar when I
Break on a bitch
If she ain't trickin' talkin'
Blood gon' have to shake on a bitch
See, I have little patience
Blood ain't 'bout to wait on a bitch
Hibachi dinner date and I'ma make
Her pay for the shit
I gave Amy a couple solids
Walked away with a 'script
Hit for a brick, sold an
Eight, the other eight, i'ma sip
Told Shapey to grab a Fanta, Backwood
And some chips phone ringin'
That's my baby mama trippin' and shit
Ayy, we be reckless with that fully
On some ignorant shit
He on some ignorant shit
Stay with a bitch for six
Months without givin' her rent
When you get drunk, bitch, you
Get sloppy and belligerent, bitch

Yeah, I stepped in the party
On my ignorant shit
(I'm on some ignorant shit)
If she ain't got no chicken for me
I get rid of that bitch
(Then I get rid of that bitch)
I got in with my forty with
A stick in that bitch
(I got a stick in that bitch)
If she don't put it in my hand
Then I ain't dickin' that bitch
(No, I ain't dickin' that bitch)
Caught her comin' drunk on
That belligerent shit
(On that belligerent shit)
Twelve hundred on my shoes
Couple bands on my fit
(Couple racks on the fit, bitch)
No, I ain't fuckin' with no semis
Got a Glock with a switch
(Got a Glock with a switch, bitch)
I'm tryna beat the block up
No time to box with a bitch
(Time to box with no bitch)

Pick the top up, no
You can't box with a clip
Had to pull the top up
It done got hot in this bitch
I cut the AC on, ridin'
Bangin' Pac in this bitch
And ain't no life after death you
Plan on stoppin' this shit
I ride Ghosts 'cause I'm a ghost rider
I'm so fuckin' fly, I need a copilot
Thick bitch bouncin' up and down
Like she a lowrider
Wrist froze, but a nigga lit
I don't need no lighting
I just might retire, shit, I'm on fire
She just wanna fuck me and I won't fight her
Run up on the gang, leave
You with a shit bag, here go your diaper
38 Amiris, pockets stuffed
Can't get no tighter
Expensive-ass, ugly-ass shoes
I really don't like 'em
Ghetto Boy, 3rd World shit
Don't ever test it
I got lawyers on retainer case
I ever get arrested
Got my bitches on retainer
She gon' run soon as I text her
Rockin' three different Presis like
I keep gettin' elected

Yeah, I stepped in the party
On my ignorant shit
(I'm on some ignorant shit)
If she ain't got no chicken for me
I get rid of that bitch
(Then I get rid of that bitch)
I got in with my forty with
A stick in that bitch
(I got a stick in that bitch)
If she don't put it in my hand
Then I ain't dickin' that bitch
(No, I ain't dickin' that bitch)
Caught her comin' drunk on
That belligerent shit
(On that belligerent shit)
Twelve hundred on my shoes
Couple bands on my fit
(Couple racks on the fit, bitch)
No, I ain't fuckin' with no semis
Got a Glock with a switch
(Got a Glock with a switch, bitch)
I'm tryna beat the block up
No time to box with a bitch
(Time to box with no bitch)