Cupcakke - Quick Thought lyrics

[Intro] I feel like getting ignant ' Why I say ignant'? Ignant' Ignorant, ignat' Ignorant, ignat' Ignorant ,ignat, ignorant Whatever the f** do you call it Whatever the f** do you call it Ay, lemme stop playing...... [Verse 1] 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 b**h, who dont take no one sh** If them n***as start buggin' I raid they sh** In other words I spray they sh**, whip a b**h a** I Nae Nae sh** I catch a confession I am the connection I'm bodying n***as just out of perfection Witness protection should be his direction Known to cut up like a f**ing C-Section (Ouu )Quick thought, (Ouu)quick thought I should take a n***a chips then dip off Matter fact take a n***a chips with a dip sauce If a n***a talk take his lip off, shine on hoes like lip gloss Trigger happy when I let the clip off R.I.P that n***a like a rip off f** 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 f**ing photo Rich neighbors gone call the popo, like "Oh my God, oh no!" That's what happen when you f** 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 b**hes look sleepy Tired a** f** 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 n***a 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 k** both mans f** 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 f** went wrong That Yaki is older than flip phones Don't take it out now it shoulda been gone Work all day f** a shift, traffic all day like Lyft Call me Emily Elizabeth I got a chopper bigger than Cliff Walk in the park, this sh** a walk in the park b**h you not hard , probably run from the sound of a fart Walk in the park, this sh** a walk in the park b**h you not hard , probably run from the sound of a fart b**h a**