Ignorant

It's Geedo

You gotta sharp ass tongue for a bitch that's suckin' dick
My homie hit her 'bout some beef, and she still tryna send a pic
I swear to God, can't trust these bitches, actin' friendly, miss me wit' it
Cut 'em off, they get to snitchin', sorry, no, I cannot risk it

I tried to put 'em on, but they never wanna listen
Talk about it on the low, but I'm not really trippin'
And now when they hear my shit it's right away they go to skip it
But I don't take it personal, it's just part of the business

Had to go and make it happen, fuck I look like lettin' you snatch it
Bitch, I'm self-made, if you hatin' I ain't tryna have it
Hit me up for what you need, but only if you tryna grab that
'Cause I don't got the time to waste on no one who be cappin'

And I'm posted at the spot, and bitch I'm movin' quite a lot
Gimme 20 minutes tops, I'll be right back doin' a drop
It's 2K19, what the fuck you doin' not chasin' the guap?
I'm busy at the studio tryna make this hot shit pop

Okay, you say you 'bout that action up until it's time to go
I got a Glock on me under the seat, I keep it on the low
You not my family, I don't know you then I'll never trust a soul
Speakin' of them, we tryna make it, bet we stayin' ten toes

Eatin' little Caesars Pizza, 'cause that shit's only a fin
When I was broke, I can't recall someone who wanted me to win
When you down and out they sendin' shots, but shit ain't even skim
Got 'em creepin' on me, now sayin' they proud, like bitch, since when?

Man, it's woven in the fabric, why you talkin' all that madness?
You should lemme rub off on you, 'cause I'm causin' all this static
Lil' pretty body tatted, lipstick poppin' 'cause it's matted
But don't ever get me fucked up, take you off the map it's magic

Got so many blue bills on me, I feel like I'm swimmin'
Made a couple stacks this week, and all ya homeboys actin' jealous
But don't take it too personal, I make this shit look easy
Ho, stop fakin' smiles in my face, straight up you lookin' cheesy

Backpack fulla packs, act funny, get smacked
Run up on me, pop ya top like a tic tac
We ain't playin' none of that, homie better step back
'Less he want some hitters on his ass, and they don't chit-chat

Stupid ass bitch thinkin' we can't find where he stay
My girl finessed him out a bag, and then go on about her way
Don't hit me up wit' all the drama, what you expect me to say?
'Cause that's just how the cookie crumbles when you think you runnin' game