IFCKane - IGNANT

Idol status
We just mobbin'
Where is yo' talents
Illest combatants you don't want no violence
Ignorant elegance
Eloquence priceless
Uh, yuh
This is designer
They want the racket, I serve 'em like tennis
They want me run it back before I finish
They want me run it back before I finish
Idol status
We just mobbin'
Where is yo' talents
Illest combatants you don't want no violence
Ignorant elegance
Eloquence priceless
Uh, yuh
This is designer
They want the racket, I serve 'em like tennis
They want me run it back before I finish
They want me run it back before I finish
Ay, they told a nigga hold up wait a minute
First I ride the beat and then I hop up in it
If you startin' shit
Just know that I'ma end it
Spazzes on these bitches
Popeye eatin' spinach
Pop out with no limits
I got yo' bitch name on my hit list
Least she know my shit ain't rented
You need to come get her
She doin' my dishes
Dirt diggin' ditches what we do to snitches
Ay, yo
What, nigga is something up
We droppin' bodies when we pull out heaters
You open the oven up
They thinkin' I'm a nigga with a green heart
'Cause I got a thick China bitch with a green card
Speakin' on my name disrespectfully means
You can't be smart
Loadin' up my clips in the meantime
Look at what the feline
Dragged in
Flames like dragons
Gold like Sachs Fifth, certified madness
Batshit bastard gettin' plastered
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
I'm doin' it different
Niggas be talkin the same shit nowadays
I keep movin' different
Maybe if they don't talk crazy I'll behave
Keep doin' it diiferent
That's what they tell me
Keep your head up, son
And don't get unhealthy
Uh, yuh
Try to get wealthy
And do for yo' momma and kids and your well-being
Livin' in the basement
Comin' out the darkness
They say I'm insane, bitch nigga cut your losses
They do what I say
So they jumping in the mosh pit
Ay, yuh
No one as hot as me
Speaking the truth no dishonesty
I tried to tell her how bomb the D was
Now a nigga gettin' feet rubbed
Took it out she said
Put it back, put it back, put it back, yuh
So I put it back, put it back, put it back, huh
Hunnid fans, hunnid bands, hunnid dance, yuh
Money bags, money stacked so we can
Go Goyard, eatin' good
Gold star
This man go so hard
He could go so far
I need a Nicki like I'm Safaree
Redbone in a red Ferrari
I'm droppin' bombs like a Saudi
Like is he geekin', oh probably
Sorry it's a pest and I gotta squash him
Wearin' safety vests 'cause they pocket watchin'
Pullin' out the station chopper gon' spray shit
Make him Harlem Shake like a Haitian
You can try to run, but I'ma get it done
Bitch nigga I'm Freddy and Jason
None my niggas doin' conversations
Lookin' like a boss
On my Bape shit
Ridin' through the stars on a spaceship
Movin' the crowd while I'm stackin' my M's
I come backstage to some twinny twin twins
Twins on the top and some twins in the Benz
Twins goin' off, yeah
My twin brought some friends
Uh, yeah (Twins, what again)
Pause, don't panic
I can't manage to stay off your speakers
Speakin' Spanish
See, that sauce
It lingers

Written by:
Kamau Stewart

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