Rigatoni

[Hook: Mick Jenkins] Sauced up no rigatoni, yeah My peoples with me, no triggers on me, we don't need that No gold on me, I ain't talking loud, that's d pack And it's all love, yeah it's all love where we at Yeah it's all love where we at, I’m [Verse 1: Ursa the Chef] It’s all love where we at We at where the tree at And she at where the D at And the breeze at where the beach at Bring a booty, knock a beach cap Ballin' so hard, break a kneecap Out in Cali, takin' Weedmaps down PCH cause I need that Freeze that, yeah Feelin' so psychotic (woo!) You know I got it I’m flawless, I fuckin’ flaunt it Some boss shit or far beyond it I’m snappin’ like I’m piranha She dancin’ like she Rihanna I’m sauced up, don’t tell my momma You pull up, we gon’ have problems (ugh) We gon’ get schwifty (aye) My people with me (what?) I spit that Whitney (aye) I’m so gone, not landin', yeah I’m so gone, out the planet, yeah Leave the critics to me sayin', “Oh shit!” Cuz the boy here been the coldest Let’s get it [Hook: Mick Jenkins] Sauced up no rigatoni, yeah My peoples with me, no triggers on me, we don't need that No gold on me, I ain't talking loud, that's d pack And it's all love, yeah it's all love where we at Yeah it's all love where we at, I’m [Verse 2: Ursa the Chef] All my homies get lit with it Killing shit, I’m Sid Vicious My bass loud, turn them speakers up We puffin clouds, get a seizure, yuh Donkey Kong, go bananas on 'em Ape shit, hit the panic button I’m so gone, got the liquor in me Couple biddies with you boutta come and get me I’m so high I flipped a switch Made a quick buck with the wrist twist Ice on my neck, that’s drip drip If you talking shit get the fist fist Chef up in the kitchen, bitch Green Tea on that Lipton shit You starstruck, got Mick with me Now they st-st-stutter, that’s Timmy Timmy Run it like I’m Riddick, lion in the den and I won’t stop until you get the gimmick And I’ll never finish, makin' love and digits Hit the sticky icky then it's back to business I’m on some outlandish shit I’m so high, need a ambulance Leave the critics to me sayin', "Holy moly" Cause I’m sauced up no rigatoni like [Hook: Mick Jenkins] Sauced up no rigatoni, yeah My peoples with me, no triggers on me, we don't need that No gold on me, I ain't talking loud, that's d pack And it's all love, yeah it's all love where we at Yeah it's all love where we at, I’m