[Intro: Big Homiie G]
Drop the lo' for that pint, I'ma pull up
Please don't try me, I promise I'm shook up (Damn, Spenn)
I might blow this bitch soon as you look up
(Phil G, this mug hard)
Yeah, too hard

[Chorus: Big Homiie G]
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?

[Verse 1: Big Homiie G]
I'm in your city, I'm looking for Wock' (Drank)
Drop the lo' for that pint, watch I pull up (Skrrt)
Ayy, don't try me, I promise I'm shook up (Scared)
I might blow this bitch soon as you look up (Baow)
I been dealing with personal problems (Problems)
Rap slow, I might turn to the robber (Robber)
He got two hundred 'bows, ain't shit but some lows, we stretching his ass tomorrow (Fuck him)
I got deep in my feelings, blocked all my bitches, these hoes be acting retarded (Bitch)
At the back of my shows, I'm strapped with poles, you know ain't no searching the artist (You know)
You know I can't go out like buddy (You know), you know I'ma shoot at my target (You know)
While the diamonds on me like a faucet
Ice, ice, baby, come from Wafi (Woo)
You know I just left prohibition, a hundred somethin' n***as and all of 'em crippin' (You know)
That's right, I popped out in my city (My city)
And I ain't ask for nobody permission (Nobody)
Just me, some kitchens, and some switches (Switches)
Couple Dracs, a lot of ammunition (Baow)
Ready to crash on the opposition
Everybody gangster 'til a n***a die (Die)
Tryna get some fame off my brother, you ain't kill him, n***a, you a lie (You lying)
Heard they bumped down on buddy, he ain't want smoke, made his ass cry (Ha)
Bumped down on buddy, he ain't want smoke, made his ass cry
All I know, I wanna buy a pint, where the drank man? Need his ass now
[Chorus: Big Homiie G]
Who got it? (Finesse)
Who got it? (Me, n***a)
Who got it? (2Tymes)
Who got it? (Shh)
Who got it?
Who got it? (Who?)
Who got it? (Let me get that, let me get that)
Who got it?

[Verse 2: Finesse2Tymes]
Why? Why they making me the topic, the blogs? They playing, the haters, the cops (The cops)
I won't show affection to my baby mamas, so they go around promotin' opps (Stop)
Fall back with that shit (Back with that shit)
Mad at me 'cause I'm back in this bitch (I'm back in this bitch)
Fuck I look like beefin' with a n***a waitin' on they taxes to hit? (Never)
Two MAC-11s, I don't want no Beretta (I don't want no Beretta)
Jump out a 'Lac with a Gucci umbrella (With a Gucci umbrella)
I'm independent, we deep in this level (Deep in this level)
They want me to flop, but I'm back and I'm better (But I'm back and I'm better)
Bulletproof Tesla (Skrrt)
Bulletproof 'Burban, Tennessee jersey (Woo, yeah)
Your bitch wanna serve me (Wanna serve me)
And if you so gangster, why you acting nervous? (Huh?)
VVS Cubans (Huh?)
I'm trending, they talkin', I'm hotter than Juvie (I'm hot)
Fifty K on a Tuesday (On a Tuesday)
These Percocet 30s got a n***a woozy (I'm woozy)
That 'za in a jar ('Za)
She blacker than tar and her pussy bizarre
I want ten K to fuck her (Right now) and I come from selling pussy on Lamar (Back then)
[Chorus: Big Homiie G]
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?