BiNG BiNG ft. Noah Aldega & Juan Ketchum Lyrics

Say it again 'cause I said it before

Stop talking smack, you not ready for war

I'm so fantastic, I don't need the four

Slept with your mom, now your parents divorced

Send 'em to hell 'cause the portal obsidian

Go to the bank to deposit a million

It is my job to endanger civilians

If you don't like it then move to vermillion city

I'm dropping in like if my name was Gibby

I'd fight a bear if it made me like Billy

Money corrupt like what happened to Pibby

Don't wanna die, there's no time to be picky

I got some pearls on her neck, lookin' pretty

No Martha Wayne, I'm at the top making chocolate rain

Seventeen bullets inside of yo brain, bang

Bing-Bing, bing-bang

She for the team, ayy, she eat the dick like a cheesecake

Bitch I'm a sad boy, triste, she got a gift like a bidet

Bitch I be winnin' just like it's a sweepstake

He hate 'cause of the money that we make

She take big dick 'cause I blessed her

Hop on a beat with my brother Juan Ketchum

I'm finna hit a lil bitch from the back

Driving the whip while she ridin' my sack

I spend a milly, then I'ma get back

And I might have lung cancer 'cause I'm smokin' pack

She call me papi but I'm not her dad

Choppa on me with a scope and a mag

All of these ho's tryna ask for my snap

And I caught me a check, I'ma run it up fast, damn

Y'all is ass just like Sommar Ray

She wanna fuck today, I'm finna come again

Everything perfect on that lil bitch butter face

How can I complain? I'm in a trap pouring bubbly

I'm tryna fuck up on Autumn Shepard

She be on the meat just like some cayenne pepper

I'm despicable me, boy, I feel like vector

Heard your boyfriend fine but I can get you wetter, so

Bing-Bing, bing-bang

She for the team, ayy, she eat the dick like a cheesecake

Bitch I'm a sad boy, triste, she got a gift like a bidet

Bitch I be winnin' just like it's a sweepstake

He hate 'cause of the money that we make

She take big dick 'cause I blessed her

Hop on a beat with my brother Juan Ketchum, ya dig

Choppa on my hip, I call it a blaster

Run up on me, Ima cause a disaster

Run up on me, Ima make you run faster

Me and Juan go up, like it's a ladder

Ate too much, my pockets getting fatter

Do this for real, no I'm not an actor

(No I'm not a) (No I'm not a)

You're not ready for war

If you talking smack, you outta that door

Talking 'bout bands, I got like four

Dropping these songs, I'ma make more

And I got like fifty thousand fans, I'ma get more

If you talking smack, I'ma put you to the floor

(Bing-Bing)

Bing-Bing