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