Big Homiie G - Who Got It lyrics
[Big Homiie G - Who Got It lyrics]
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
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?
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' niggas 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 nigga die (Die)
Tryna get some fame off my brother
You ain't kill him, nigga, 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
Who got it? (Finesse)
Who got it? (Me, nigga) 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?
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 nigga
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 nigga 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)
Who got it? Who got it?
Who got it? Who got it?
Who got it? Who got it?
Who got it? Who got it?