Big Order lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
This that sh*t right here, this that, um, real gangster sh*t, you know what I'm saying?
Whew
n*gga get to playing, gotta goddamn peel his motherf*cking hat back, you know what I'm saying?
(Ferno, you spazzin')
Put his brain where his f*cking lap at

[Chorus]
Who gon' catch some bodies? Who gon' get it started?
Who gon' point the 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 these dreams and money over a thottie?
Who gon' serve the fiends them things all in the projects?
Who gon' put the Rolex and rings all in the Pyrex?
Yеah, I'm counting these blessings, I'm having so many talliеs
Who gon' pick the Audi? Who pick the Rover?
Got skinny jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rocking Gucci, but she f*ck for Fashion Nova
Car came equipped with umbrellas and a soda
I ain't Minnesota, but I hit it with the soda
Then I whip, whip, whip, now it's hard as a boulder
Plug really tripping, say he vacuum-sealed the odor
But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn
[Verse 1]
Talking 'bout Keed, goddamn
'Cause cottage cheese in my jeans, goddamn
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, 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 gettin' a lot of backends, goddamn
And you know they be ready
Yeah, you know that I'm Slime Prince
I'm making green, I'm the Grinch
Got out the hood, now I make some millions
But I look good, b*tch, I pay the ticket
My eyes low, Chrome Heart tint
Yeah, they mad I spoiled my b*tch
'Cause she suck good di*k, goddamn
I'm trying to 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'll be in trouble
I got so many f*cking [?][1:42]

[Chorus]
Who gon' catch some bodies? Who gon' get it started?
Who gon' point the 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 these dreams and money over a thottie?
Who gon' serve the fiends them 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' pick the Audi? Who pick the Rover?
Got skinny jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rocking Gucci, but she f*ck for Fashion Nova
Car came equipped with umbrellas and a soda
I ain't Minnesota, but I hit it with the soda
Then I whip, whip, whip, now it's hard as a boulder
Plug really tripping, say he vacuum-sealed the odor
But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn
[Verse 2]
sh*t, I'm just getting caught in the middle
sh*t, my partner cup the dope like he Sizzle
Sticking the fork through his noodle, he tender
Know I'ma air that sh*t out, I don't surrender
These n*ggas hoes, they cap, these n*ggas ain't showing sh*t, they gon' surrender
I put some holes in they back, he hating, damn, now I'm getting a subpoena
sh*t, give my amigos subpoenas
sh*t, I'm not the man in the middle
sh*t, I give 'em game, I'm feeding they brain, sh*t, I'm growing they mentals
I'm trying to be a philosopher
She give me special head
These b*tches dumb, she just be topping me
Yeah, I know my main ho gon' die for me
Y'all n*ggas shrimps
I went and got a lot of, lot of money, it didn't come from Tip
I keep some blue tips on me, on me, in the FN clip
It ain't gon' be funny, I'll hit your funny bone with this FN (Woo)

[Chorus]
Who gon' catch some bodies? Who gon' get it started?
Who gon' point the 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 these dreams and money over a thottie?
Who gon' serve the fiends them things all in the projects?
Who gon' put the Rolex and rings all in the Pyrex?
Yeah, I'm counting these blessings, I'm havin' so many tallies
Who gon' pick the Audi? Who pick the Rover?
Got skinny jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rocking Gucci, but she f*ck for Fashion Nova
Car came equipped with umbrellas and a soda
I ain't Minnesota, but I hit it with the soda
Then I whip, whip, whip, now it's hard as a boulder
Plug really tripping, say he vacuum-sealed the odor
But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn