เนื้อเพลง Quick Thought - Cupcakke

I feel like getting ignant '
Why I say ignant'? Ignant'
Ignorant, ignat'
Ignorant, ignat'
Ignorant, ignat
Whatever the f*ck do you call it
Whatever the f*ck do you call it
Ay, lemme stop playing...

Cash or credit I take both
I get dirty money might need soap
Summertime still a cold world so I walk around in a peacoat
Don't interfere with my gangsta
Saw mo' money than a banker
Ain't no therapy for my anger
Cause I'll put the therapist in danger
Original b*tch, who don't take no one sh*t
If them n*ggas start buggin' I raid they sh*t
In other words I spray they sh*t, whip a b*tch ass I Nae Nae sh*t
I catch a confession I am the connection
I'm bodying n*ggas just out of perfection
Witness protection should be his direction
Known to cut up like a f*cking C-Section

(Ouu) Quick Thought, (Ouu) quick thought
I should take a n*gga chips then dip off
Matter fact take a n*gga chips with a dip sauce
If a n*gga talk take his lip off, shine on hoes like lip gloss
Trigger happy when I let the clip off
R.I.P that n*gga like a rip off
F*ck back and forth like a swing, cause I don't talk I just swing
Bars doper than Charlie Sheen, couple shots you gone lean
Not talking liquor slowmo I'm gone snap like a f*cking photo
Rich neighbors gone call the popo, like "Oh my God, oh no!"

That's what happen when you f*ck with a goon
The Draco go loony more than Looney Toons
Up in the sky all you see is balloons
12 more opps we can link up at noon
Drawing on ya'll but not into graffitti
Never argue with someone who beneath me
You got Yeezys but them b*tches look sleepy
Tired ass f*ck from you wearing them weekly
Dirty little broad in a dirty bra, bet a mill that you not going far
But to the car for a cigarette, glove department might live a rat
Hoes breath stank need they liver check
Gotta watch hoes I need a sitter check
Why worry now when I been a threat?
Since a shorty getting drunk off Similac
Ruger Ruger Ruger riding with me in a Uber
If I smell something fishy on the opps
I'm a take they bread and make tuna
I shoot like a trained shooter strip a n*gga naked like Hooters
Rug covered up in blood leaking thru the floor let me call Luna
I'm a handful so use both hands
These two hands will kill both mans
F*ck a yes man need a no man
I open more doors than a door man for these rappers, actors
These are real factors still haven't met no competition
Cause none of ya'll hoes matter
That makeup do not match yo skin tone
I'm wondering what the f*ck went wrong
That Yaki is older than flip phones
Don't take it out now it shoulda been gone
Work all day f*ck a shift, traffic all day like Lyft
Call me Emily Elizabeth I got a chopper bigger than Cliff

Walk in the park, this sh*t a walk in the park
B*tch you not hard, probably run from the sound of a fart
Walk in the park, this sh*t a walk in the park
B*tch you not hard, probably run from the sound of a fart
B*tch ass