bingo
Hot, out the motherfuckin' future, (future) Seein' the stars like it's cooler, (cooler)
I'm out here in the sky, and I'm coolin' (coolin')
I'm coolin' with my bitch, she's a student (yeah,yeah)
Look at my twin he believin' in me
Look at my momma believin' in me
Look at my sister believin' in me
Look at my brother believin' in me
I got the gang on my side that's me
i got the gang on my side that's cheeks
I got the gang on my side, that's me
Nah, yes
I'm not in for the hatin', nah I'm not not in for the people, nah
I'm not in it for the gay shit, nah
Yes, I'm not in it for legal, nah
You wanna fuck with the hoe, nobody wanna fuck with the hoe
Nobody wanna fuck with the hoe, nobody wanna fuck with the-
I got many bad bitches, I got many bad bitches I got one bad bitches, I got ten bad bitches
I got ready bad bitches, yeah
I feel like I just got the choppa K, (gang)
I'm in the joint that's chuckin' choppa gang, chop
I'm in this motherfuckin' fuck-
(I'm in this motherfuckin', I'm in this motherfuckin)
I'm in this motherfuckin' gang, when we blow things bang (bang)
Yeah, we let our chains hang, when we get the chain gang
Yeah, we get the gang hang
(What, what, what)
Yes, I'm a rapper and I get hella bread
I just jumped out the house, yeah, I think I'm seein' red
I just heard Playboi Carti, I play whole lotta red
I like all that, she problematic, yeah this shit is bread
Yeah, bitches out here fuckin' throwin' bricks (throwing bricks)
Yeah, she jumpin' on, she suckin' dick (she's sucking dick)
I aint playing no, i ain't doing shit (playing shit)
If they thought I was done, well you dumb as shit (dumb as shit yeah)
Yeah, now this ain't a joke, boy, I still do it
If you playin', yeah, with oli, he get to it (nah, he get to it)
I don't do drugs, I don't do shit, I don't do it
If you say, give me homework, yeah, bitch, I get to it
I remember days when we was broke, though
And you bitches always hatin', where it at though?
I'ma do it raw and give her kid a bingo
Yeah, hit the kid, I call it bingo
B-I-N-G-O (O)
Bad bitch outside, finna hit him with a pole (pole)
B-I-N-G-O (O)
Opps outside, we gon' see him with the scope (Go)
I got glasses, I don't need a scope
I can see him with my eyes, getting low
I can tell you bitches always for the low (for the low)
You got a boyfriend, boy, you cheatin' on the low
Yeah, my gang, yeah, my gang go where i go
I'm in this rap game and you know how it go
Me and my gang, we turnin' up, we turnin' up (We turnin' up)
We go to parties, go to shows, go to shows
Go
I'm out here in the sky, and I'm coolin' (coolin')
I'm coolin' with my bitch, she's a student (yeah,yeah)
Look at my twin he believin' in me
Look at my momma believin' in me
Look at my sister believin' in me
Look at my brother believin' in me
I got the gang on my side that's me
i got the gang on my side that's cheeks
I got the gang on my side, that's me
Nah, yes
I'm not in for the hatin', nah I'm not not in for the people, nah
I'm not in it for the gay shit, nah
Yes, I'm not in it for legal, nah
You wanna fuck with the hoe, nobody wanna fuck with the hoe
Nobody wanna fuck with the hoe, nobody wanna fuck with the-
I got many bad bitches, I got many bad bitches I got one bad bitches, I got ten bad bitches
I got ready bad bitches, yeah
I feel like I just got the choppa K, (gang)
I'm in the joint that's chuckin' choppa gang, chop
I'm in this motherfuckin' fuck-
(I'm in this motherfuckin', I'm in this motherfuckin)
I'm in this motherfuckin' gang, when we blow things bang (bang)
Yeah, we let our chains hang, when we get the chain gang
Yeah, we get the gang hang
(What, what, what)
Yes, I'm a rapper and I get hella bread
I just jumped out the house, yeah, I think I'm seein' red
I just heard Playboi Carti, I play whole lotta red
I like all that, she problematic, yeah this shit is bread
Yeah, bitches out here fuckin' throwin' bricks (throwing bricks)
Yeah, she jumpin' on, she suckin' dick (she's sucking dick)
I aint playing no, i ain't doing shit (playing shit)
If they thought I was done, well you dumb as shit (dumb as shit yeah)
Yeah, now this ain't a joke, boy, I still do it
If you playin', yeah, with oli, he get to it (nah, he get to it)
I don't do drugs, I don't do shit, I don't do it
If you say, give me homework, yeah, bitch, I get to it
I remember days when we was broke, though
And you bitches always hatin', where it at though?
I'ma do it raw and give her kid a bingo
Yeah, hit the kid, I call it bingo
B-I-N-G-O (O)
Bad bitch outside, finna hit him with a pole (pole)
B-I-N-G-O (O)
Opps outside, we gon' see him with the scope (Go)
I got glasses, I don't need a scope
I can see him with my eyes, getting low
I can tell you bitches always for the low (for the low)
You got a boyfriend, boy, you cheatin' on the low
Yeah, my gang, yeah, my gang go where i go
I'm in this rap game and you know how it go
Me and my gang, we turnin' up, we turnin' up (We turnin' up)
We go to parties, go to shows, go to shows
Go
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Writer(s): Oliver Freites
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