Yeah
This that shit right here
This that, um, real gangsta shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
Woo
Nigga, get to playin', you gotta goddamn peel his motherf*ckin' hat back
You know what I'm sayin'? (Ferno, you spazzin')
Put his brain where his f*ckin' lap at
Who gon' catch 'em 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 choppin'?
Who gon' put these dreams and money over a thotty?
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 countin' these blessings, I'm havin' so many tallies
Who gon' pick the Audi? Who gon' pick the Rover?
Glock in the jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rockin' Gucci, but she f*ck with FashionNova
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 trippin', say he vacuum seal the odor
But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn
Talkin' 'bout Keed, goddamn
'Cause cottage cheese in my jeans, goddamn
I don't give a f*ck, bitch, gone, goddamn
Why you think he sellin'? I got bars, goddamn
Who? Yeah, yes, ho
Queso, Huncho
No Quavo, I got shows
So I'm gettin' a lotta backends, goddamn
And none of it rented
Yeah, you know that I'm Slime Prince
I'm in green, I am the Grinch
Got it, on the hood, don't mess with me
But I, I look good, bitch, I paid a ticket
My eyes low, Chrome Heart tint
Yeah, they mad I spoil 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 mans that f*ck around and scheme, I end your world, yeah
Who gon' catch 'em 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 choppin'?
Who gon' put these dreams and money over a thotty?
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 countin' these blessings, I'm havin' so many tallies
Who gon' pick the Audi? Who gon' pick the Rover?
Glock in the jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rockin' Gucci, but she f*ck with FashionNova
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 trippin', say he vacuum seal the odor
But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn
Shit, I just get caught in the middle
Shit, my partner cut the dope like he scissors
Stick in the front, through his noodle, he tender
Know I'm alien, she thought I'll surrender
These niggas hoes, they cap
These niggas ain't showin' shit, they gon' surrender
I put some hoes on they back, he had then
Yeah, now gettin' a subpoena
Shit, givin' out your main ho some penis
Shit, I'm not the man in the middle
Shit, I give 'em game, I feedin' they brain
Shit, I'm growin they mentals
I'm tryna be a philosopher, she give me special head
These bitches dumb, she just be toppin' me
Yeah, I 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
Woo
Who gon' catch 'em 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 choppin'?
Who gon' put these dreams and money over a thotty?
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 countin' these blessings, I'm havin' so many tallies
Who gon' pick the Audi? Who gon' pick the Rover?
Glock in the jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rockin' Gucci, but she f*ck with FashionNova
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 trippin', say he vacuum seal the odor
But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn
Lil Keed - Big Order Lyrics
Lil Keed - Big Order Lyrics
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Yeah
This that shit right here
This that, um, real gangsta shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
Woo
Nigga, get to playin', you gotta goddamn peel his motherf*ckin' hat back
You know what I'm sayin'? (Ferno, you spazzin')
Put his brain where his f*ckin' lap at
Who gon' catch 'em 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 choppin'?
Who gon' put these dreams and money over a thotty?
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 countin' these blessings, I'm havin' so many tallies
Who gon' pick the Audi? Who gon' pick the Rover?
Glock in the jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rockin' Gucci, but she f*ck with FashionNova
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 trippin', say he vacuum seal the odor
But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn
Talkin' 'bout Keed, goddamn
'Cause cottage cheese in my jeans, goddamn
I don't give a f*ck, bitch, gone, goddamn
Why you think he sellin'? I got bars, goddamn
Who? Yeah, yes, ho
Queso, Huncho
No Quavo, I got shows
So I'm gettin' a lotta backends, goddamn
And none of it rented
Yeah, you know that I'm Slime Prince
I'm in green, I am the Grinch
Got it, on the hood, don't mess with me
But I, I look good, bitch, I paid a ticket
My eyes low, Chrome Heart tint
Yeah, they mad I spoil 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 mans that f*ck around and scheme, I end your world, yeah
Who gon' catch 'em 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 choppin'?
Who gon' put these dreams and money over a thotty?
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 countin' these blessings, I'm havin' so many tallies
Who gon' pick the Audi? Who gon' pick the Rover?
Glock in the jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rockin' Gucci, but she f*ck with FashionNova
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 trippin', say he vacuum seal the odor
But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn
Shit, I just get caught in the middle
Shit, my partner cut the dope like he scissors
Stick in the front, through his noodle, he tender
Know I'm alien, she thought I'll surrender
These niggas hoes, they cap
These niggas ain't showin' shit, they gon' surrender
I put some hoes on they back, he had then
Yeah, now gettin' a subpoena
Shit, givin' out your main ho some penis
Shit, I'm not the man in the middle
Shit, I give 'em game, I feedin' they brain
Shit, I'm growin they mentals
I'm tryna be a philosopher, she give me special head
These bitches dumb, she just be toppin' me
Yeah, I 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
Woo
Who gon' catch 'em 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 choppin'?
Who gon' put these dreams and money over a thotty?
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 countin' these blessings, I'm havin' so many tallies
Who gon' pick the Audi? Who gon' pick the Rover?
Glock in the jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rockin' Gucci, but she f*ck with FashionNova
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 trippin', say he vacuum seal the odor
But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn
This that shit right here
This that, um, real gangsta shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
Woo
Nigga, get to playin', you gotta goddamn peel his motherf*ckin' hat back
You know what I'm sayin'? (Ferno, you spazzin')
Put his brain where his f*ckin' lap at
Who gon' catch 'em 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 choppin'?
Who gon' put these dreams and money over a thotty?
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 countin' these blessings, I'm havin' so many tallies
Who gon' pick the Audi? Who gon' pick the Rover?
Glock in the jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rockin' Gucci, but she f*ck with FashionNova
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 trippin', say he vacuum seal the odor
But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn
Talkin' 'bout Keed, goddamn
'Cause cottage cheese in my jeans, goddamn
I don't give a f*ck, bitch, gone, goddamn
Why you think he sellin'? I got bars, goddamn
Who? Yeah, yes, ho
Queso, Huncho
No Quavo, I got shows
So I'm gettin' a lotta backends, goddamn
And none of it rented
Yeah, you know that I'm Slime Prince
I'm in green, I am the Grinch
Got it, on the hood, don't mess with me
But I, I look good, bitch, I paid a ticket
My eyes low, Chrome Heart tint
Yeah, they mad I spoil 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 mans that f*ck around and scheme, I end your world, yeah
Who gon' catch 'em 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 choppin'?
Who gon' put these dreams and money over a thotty?
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 countin' these blessings, I'm havin' so many tallies
Who gon' pick the Audi? Who gon' pick the Rover?
Glock in the jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rockin' Gucci, but she f*ck with FashionNova
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 trippin', say he vacuum seal the odor
But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn
Shit, I just get caught in the middle
Shit, my partner cut the dope like he scissors
Stick in the front, through his noodle, he tender
Know I'm alien, she thought I'll surrender
These niggas hoes, they cap
These niggas ain't showin' shit, they gon' surrender
I put some hoes on they back, he had then
Yeah, now gettin' a subpoena
Shit, givin' out your main ho some penis
Shit, I'm not the man in the middle
Shit, I give 'em game, I feedin' they brain
Shit, I'm growin they mentals
I'm tryna be a philosopher, she give me special head
These bitches dumb, she just be toppin' me
Yeah, I 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
Woo
Who gon' catch 'em 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 choppin'?
Who gon' put these dreams and money over a thotty?
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 countin' these blessings, I'm havin' so many tallies
Who gon' pick the Audi? Who gon' pick the Rover?
Glock in the jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rockin' Gucci, but she f*ck with FashionNova
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 trippin', say he vacuum seal the odor
But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn
Writer: Raqhid Jevon Render
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.