Young Roddy - Ignorant Shit lyrics

rate me

I told her roll with a picture of my sons in my wallet

I let her hold my stash, that’s my ghetto rihanna

Got my own clothing line, words to my designer

I never pay trav, but I always pay homage

So stress free, with no baby mama drama

A memo to my ex girls, I don’t want no problems

Stretch young, got more grown man, I’m just roddy

She drippin soakin wet when I spit this fire

But all hood niggas got something in common

Like when your pockets mad low, you take your girl to mcdonald’s

Swear you never cheat, but you broke your promise

You was out all night, tryina chase that dollar

Straight getting it, cause chillin ain’t getting you paid

And I ain’t tryina be good, boy I’m tryina be great

And I can’t feel my face, from this l to the head

From the cradle to the grave, bet I get this cake

And don’t get me twisted, broke so incompatible

Single parent household, I did what I had to do

Fable my desk, any nigga with an atitude

What’s the yap about if it’s not matemathical

Put that on 4, shout out to my homie calio

Cause he been told me that I’ll blow, calico

Og kush keeps me high, earl manago

Flashback, counting money on my mama paddy yo

I let my girl who ratchet, hold my ratchet

Stunt to my casket, major than matemathics

A big tum I like beatrice

She soakin, she fucking up my mattress

That’s my private dancer

Free boosie, I’m a savage, like nas, I flow nasty

I get my blueprint from illmatic

He got at least 9 right back at it

Spent this last ran up like nothing else matter

Since 98 I’ve been established, from low class to lavish

Now I tour this world like mick jagger

I make a keneth off my talent, grown women call me daddy

I came a long way from flippin patties

Ain’t shit sweet like candy hard knock like annie

I’m sorry, no snacks in my pantry

Back denim bills had my mom mad stress

But now we all good, her son mad bless.