Ignorance lyrics

[Intro: SosMula]
(Are you ready kids?)
(Aye aye, captain)
(I can’t hear you)
(Juice)
Mula
Got ZillaKami in this b*tch
Sc*mbag Chad in this b*tch
Righteous P, big baby in this motherf*cker
City Morgue, n*gga, MBF
Ewok
Mula

[Verse 1: SosMula]
f*ck what The Bible say (f*ck outta here), 16 out the rifle spray (Grah)
Cook coke in the microwave (Work), moonwalk like I’m Michael J. (Hee hee)
No Billie Jean, do the Missing Since Thursday (f*ck outta here)
f*ckin’ this b*tch, man, I feel like I left quick (Grah)
Your b*tch is straight trash, man, my b*tch is a mermaid (Slide)
No cuffin’ that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch on the first date
I whip the pot with my right and my left wrist (Work)
Cookin’ the coke, man, I’m so ambidextrous (Work)
Block after block, man, I stick it like Tetris
I just put Goyard right on my 11s (Mula)
Heard your mixtape, man, that sh*t was pathetic (f*ck outta here)
I break your jaw like I’m Paul right from Tekken
I had a dream I could buy my way to Heaven
Woke up the next morning, spent that on necklace (Mula)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
You ain’t gang, lay to rest (Okay)
You ain’t bang with the set (Okay)
You ain’t hang with the best (Okay)
You ain’t ‘bout to lay to rest (Okay)
b*tch, we curb stomp n*ggas (Wassup)
b*tch, we earth stomp n*ggas (Wassup)
b*tch, we club park n*ggas (Wassup)
b*tch, we Gym Star n*ggas (Wassup)

[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
Talk with your chin up, gun down, run down in a Benz truck (Okay)
Run down, gun sound, leave a b*tch boy (Okay), 1 shot, 2 shots, get him clipped up (Okay)
Okay, now talk about it (Go), tell your friends (Go), count my Ms like M&Ms (Go)
Talk about it (Go), tell your friends (Go), wrist on freeze, count dividends
Okay, yeah, I put your face on the pavement (Woah), I lock your b*tch in the basement (Woah)
I break your phone, you can’t say sh*t (Woah), I take your life and erase it (Woah)
Why y’all young n*ggas think that you hard? (Okay) Robbin’ the place leave him in his draws (Okay)
X out your eyes, now you feelin’ like Kaws (Okay), X out your eyes and your entourage (Okay)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
You ain’t gang, lay to rest (Okay)
You ain’t bang with the set (Okay)
You ain’t hang with the best (Okay)
You ain’t ‘bout to lay to rest (Okay)
b*tch, we curb stomp n*ggas (Wassup)
b*tch, we earth stomp n*ggas (Wassup)
b*tch, we club park n*ggas (Wassup)
b*tch, we Gym Star n*ggas (Wassup)