Ignate

By B Will

Released on October 5, 2017

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[Intro]

All of my shooters on go

Young niggas on go

Playing tricks with the snow

No playing tricks on me, no putting hits on me


[Verse]

That boy he green, he a gecko

Fuck the police detective

I sell mmm, that let's go

Shooter pop up, it's like presto

That's cuz I pay him like special

I need the blooms and shekels

Money and power, perfecto

Who gon' shoot up at his vessel?

I know that boy, he a android

Robotic, psychotic, can't stand noise

Serial killa, draped in chinchilla

We outchea with dollars and grams boy

The boy had no father, we shot him

We made him a martyr, everything shabba

I gave her game and she bought it

Luxury tax on the water

Whippin' cocaine in the Carter

Run up, I'll flame up your Charger

Runnin' game on your daughter

Sayin' names you get shot up

That's not how we brought up

My campaign won't get caught up

For a brain, it's alotta

Guala guala and some dollas

Hit a nigga in the chakra, slide off to Nevada

Yo bitch a genie in the bottle

Ya Ving Rhames in a dress, nigga talk wit ya chest

Nigga talk wit a check

Choosing checkers over chess won't get you power respect

Smell the Crest on my breath

Five steps when it's death

Let us pray, let us prep

You gettin' money? Yup yup

Fuck a gangsta and his ep

Spazzin' out, going left

My dope is the greatest

And Mike Will ain't made it

I'm outchea, I'm riding Mercedes

I got some hoes and lil babies, they want be my baby but all of 'em crazy

My bitch wit the yea, my click wit the yea

My city on yea

The drum wit the yea, come wit the yea

Die for a onion of yea

He a young, envious nigga (Kill him)

He do his talking on Twitter

Autopark in the Fisker

Spanish women see the [?] (Amigo! Sir!)

I'm the one wit the issue

Armadillo but official

She wanna roll wit a killa, catch a nut wit a nigga

Outta touch wit the Scriptures, I said rock paper scissors

All these things help me get it, I know niggas ain't live it

I'm smoking loud, can you hear it?

To see the death at its nearest, the Holy Spirit in my lyrics

Your problem come cuz you fear it

Fuck if Lira won't clear it

I'm so independent, my style sick out the clinic

All rap, no gimmicks

All trap, no rapping for pennies

Tell him to wrap up his image (Wrap that shit up)

6 months to Christmas, you know that I'm outchea, you visit

Smart so I actually get it

Is it tactical business or practical business?

Investments in visions

That boy need more than a kitchen, I'm so much more than a kitchen

We in the porcelain business, imported from Portland by dinner

Get it, get it, get it, get it

Jewels, rings, don't define kings but they important to women

It's important that you listen

I'ma carry on tradition, I'm the nigga wit the bidness

You that nigga, you the witness

I'm that nigga wit the gun, in the street wit the ignance

Holla'n, "Yup yup, we can get it!"

"Yup yup, we can get it!"

Ignant!