Big Order

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Yeah, this that shit right here, this that, um
 Real gangster shit, you know what I'm saying?
 Whew
 Nigga, the play gotta get down, peel his
 Motherfucking hat back, you know what I'm saying?
 (Ferno, you spazzin')
 Put his brain where his fucking lap at
 Who gon' catch them bodies? 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 chopping?
 Who gon' put your jewels and money over a thotty?
 Who gon' serve the fiends the things all in the projects?
 Who gon' put the Rolex and rings all in the pyrex?
 Yeah, I'm counting these blеssings, I'm having so many tallies
 Who gon' get the Audi? Who gon' gеt the Rolls
 Got skinny jeans, we don't tote a holster
 Main rocking Gucci but she fuck for FashionNova
 Car came equipped with umbrellas and a sofa
 I ain't Minnesota but I hit 'em with the sauna
 Then I whip, whip, whip, now it's hard as a boulder
 Plug really tripping, say he bag and sent the order
 But the truck got caught, it was a big, big order, goddamn
 Talking 'bout Keed, goddamn
 'Cause I got the cheese in my jeans, goddamn
 I don't give a fuck, bitch, go on, goddamn
 Why you think you sell it? I got bars, goddamn
 Who? Yeah, yes, ho
 Quay' so Huncho
 No Quavo, I got shows
 So I'm getting a lotta backends, goddamn
 And know that I'm with it
 Yeah, you know that I'm Slime Prince
 I'm in green, I'm the grinch
 Got out the hood, now I make some millions
 But I look good, bitch, I pay the tickets
 My eyes low, Chrome Heart tint
 Yeah, they mad I spoiled my bitch
 'Cause she suck good dick, goddamn
 I'm tryna get higher
 I got this purple drank on me, it was some Wockhardt
 I got this wood Drac' on me, it crush your whole world
 Hope you don't ever try to diss me, you be in trouble
 I got some I end your whole world, yeah
 Who gon' catch them bodies? 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 chopping?
 Who gon' put your jewels and money over a thotty?
 Who gon' serve the fiends the things all in the projects?
 Who gon' put the Rolex and rings all in the pyrex?
 Yeah, I'm counting these blessings, I'm having so many tallies
 Who gon' get the Audi? Who gon' get the Rolls
 Got skinny jeans, we don't tote a holster
 Main rocking Gucci but she fuck for FashionNova
 Car came equipped with umbrellas and a sofa
 I ain't Minnesota but I hit 'em with the sauna
 Then I whip, whip, whip, now it's hard as a boulder
 Plug really tripping, say he bag and sent the order
 But the truck got caught, it was a big, big order, goddamn
 Shit, I just got caught in the middle
 Shit, my partner cup the dope like he Sizzle
 Sticking the fork through his noodle, he tender
 No, I'ma act like she thot I don't surrender
 These niggas hoes, they cap
 These niggas ain't showing shit, they gon' surrender
 I put some holes in they back, he hating
 Damn, now get us some paper
 Shit, givin' your main hoe some paper
 Shit, I'm not the man in the middle
 Shit, I give 'em game, I'm feedin' they brain, say I'm growin' them memos
 I'm tryna be a philosopher, she give me special head
 These bitches dumb, she just be topping me
 Yeah, know my main ho gon' die for me
 Y'all niggas shrimps
 I went and got a lotta, lotta money, it didn't come from temp
 I keep some blue tips on me, on me, in the FN clip
 It ain't gon' be funny how I hit your funny bone with this FN
 Who gon' catch them bodies? 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 chopping?
 Who gon' put your jewels and money over a thotty?
 Who gon' serve the fiends the things all in the projects?
 Who gon' put the Rolex and rings all in the pyrex?
 Yeah, I'm counting these blessings, I'm having so many tallies
 Who gon' get the Audi? Who gon' get the Rolls
 Got skinny jeans, we don't tote a holster
 Main rocking Gucci but she fuck for FashionNova
 Car came equipped with umbrellas and a sofa
 I ain't Minnesota but I hit 'em with the sauna
 Then I whip, whip, whip, now it's hard as a boulder
 Plug really tripping, say he bag and sent the order
 But the truck got caught, it was a big, big order, goddamn
 

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Duration
04:02
Key
7
Tempo
111 BPM

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