Rigatoni Ursa The Chef (Ft. Mick Jenkins)

[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