Ignant Ammo, Tha Warchild (Ft. Kendrick Lamar & Vincent Maggiano)

[Verse 1: Ammo, Tha Warchild]
They knew he was West Coast when he walked thru the door
In all gangbang attire bodies parked on the floor
Rag in his back pocket, nigga, dare him to trip
Faded and associated with the Bloods and Crips
Ask questions if you want to, two to ya dome
I stay making donations to the funeral home
I gotta aim like a marksman, bet he leave crawlin'
Afghanistan spitters on anything walkin'
Nigga known to keep the burner with some extra shots
I let my mothafuckin' tech play connect the dots
Same whores and gang wars, time to settle the score
Hit 'em all with the black talons, leave 'em dead on the floor
You fucking with psycho, like no other
With a nine in my pocket and the mind of a hustler
Certified riders, Comp-town's finest
You should rewind this, warhoggz behind this

[Hook: Ammo, Tha Warchild]
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)
They say we ignant (What it is!?)
They say we ignant (Nigga, what!?)
They say we ignant (What it do!?)