Ignorant sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Lil Blood & Peezy]
(Paper & Ink made this)
Old drunk-ass b*tch
(Idea coming for the 808)
Ayy, Blood, you already know what's goin' on, n*gga, Ghetto Boy, 3rd World sh*t, n*gga
Uh, uh
This sh*t—
This sh*t real different, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Like, super astronomical, some sh*t like that
Very ignorant
You dig?
Phew, phew, phew

[Verse 1: Lil Blood]
Told the lil' b*tch I'm a boss with workers
And every b*tch I f*ck with gotta serve her purpose
I ain't f*ckin' on no b*tch unless I'm checkin' her purses
On demon time and I'ma wrap a n*gga head like a turban
Searchin' for every dollar when I break on a b*tch
If she ain't trickin' talkin', Blood gon' have to shake on a b*tch
See, I have little patience, Blood ain't 'bout to wait on a b*tch
Hibachi dinner date and I'ma make her pay for the sh*t
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 sh*t
Ayy, we be reckless with that fully, on some ignorant sh*t
He on some ignorant sh*t
Stay with a b*tch for six months without givin' her rent
When you get drunk, b*tch, you get sloppy and belligerent, b*tch
[Chorus: 3rd World Momo]
Yeah, I stepped in the party on my ignorant sh*t (I'm on some ignorant sh*t)
If she ain't got no chicken for me, I get rid of that b*tch (Then I get rid of that b*tch)
I got in with my forty with a stick in that b*tch (I got a stick in that b*tch)
If she don't put it in my hand, then I ain't di*kin' that b*tch (No, I ain't di*kin' that b*tch)
Caught her comin' drunk on that belligerent sh*t (On that belligerent sh*t)
Twelve hundred on my shoes, couple bands on my fit (Couple racks on the fit, b*tch)
No, I ain't f*ckin' with no semis, got a Glock with a switch (Got a Glock with a switch, b*tch)
I'm tryna beat the block up, no time to box with a b*tch (Time to box with no b*tch)

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Pick the top up, no, you can't box with a clip
Had to pull the top up, it done got hot in this b*tch
I cut the AC on, ridin', bangin' Pac in this b*tch
And ain't no life after death you plan on stoppin' this sh*t
I ride Ghosts 'cause I'm a ghost rider
I'm so f*ckin' fly, I need a copilot
Thick b*tch bouncin' up and down like she a lowrider
Wrist froze, but a n*gga lit, I don't need no lighting
I just might retire, sh*t, I'm on fire
She just wanna f*ck me and I won't fight her
Run up on the gang, leave you with a sh*t 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 sh*t, don't ever test it
I got lawyers on retainer case I ever get arrested
Got my b*tches on retainer, she gon' run soon as I text her
Rockin' three different Presis like I keep gettin' elected
[Chorus: 3rd World Momo]
Yeah, I stepped in the party on my ignorant sh*t (I'm on some ignorant sh*t)
If she ain't got no chicken for me, I get rid of that b*tch (Then I get rid of that b*tch)
I got in with my forty with a stick in that b*tch (I got a stick in that b*tch)
If she don't put it in my hand, then I ain't di*kin' that b*tch (No, I ain't di*kin' that b*tch)
Caught her comin' drunk on that belligerent sh*t (On that belligerent sh*t)
Twelve hundred on my shoes, couple bands on my fit (Couple racks on the fit, b*tch)
No, I ain't f*ckin' with no semis, got a Glock with a switch (Got a Glock with a switch, b*tch)
I'm tryna beat the block up, no time to box with a b*tch (Time to box with no b*tch)