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