Who gon’ catch a body?
Who gon’ get it started?
Who gon’ point they fingers?
Who gon’ keep it solid?
Who gon’ hit the house, and miss the car, and hit the body?
Who gon’ hit a line, take some molly, get to choppin‘?
Who gon’ put these drugs and money over the thotties?
Too much of the feigns and things all in the projects
Who gon’ put the Rolex and rings all in the Pyrex?
Yeah I’m countin’ these blessings I’m having so many talents
Who gon’ pick the Audi?
Who gon’ get the the Rover?
Got skinny jeans, we don’t tote a holster
Mainly rockin’ Gucci, but she fuck with Fashion Nova
Car came equipped with umbrellas and a sofa
Ian in Minnesota, but I hit with it the soda—
Then I whip, whip, whip, now it’s hard as a bolder
Plug really tripping, said he packed and sealed the odor but the truck got caught up it was a big, big, order—
God damn...
Talkin’ bout Keed, God damn
Got some cottage cheese in my jean, God damn
Ion give a fuck bitch cause got caught up, it was a big, big, order, God damn