[Chorus]

It's that ringtone, shit that sound like bingo

Lil' boy, watch your team on, that drake fuck around, get beamed on

Lil' bro, he a bot, you a cop, where the BMO?

She just want that cash, turn my hunnids into Nemo

Walk up into Saks, blew a bag, too damn fast, like The Flash

Boy, it's purple in this flask, smokin' on reggie, we smokin' on grass

Choppa a time machine, get left in the past, [?]

Walk in the back, smokin' on packs, [?] my dog, got her to vet

[Verse 1]

Slide, I'm gettin' all that tree, he might pull a couple [?]

Oh, me, oh, me, oh, my

Off the perc I'm too damn fried

You lower than my eyes

I'm not mean to vent

Fuck your mama in a tеnt

It's that [?] and we rich

It's that meet-up with your bitch

It's that ra, ra, ra

556 gone split your wig

It's that molly what I did

Is that your bitch gone suck my dick?

It's that ra, ra, ra

Bro likе Travis Scott, he the highest in the room

Wake up out the tomb, All I tell you is the truth

Take out a million and burn out the boof

[?], go find y'all tooth

What's that smell, bro, thats boof

What's that smell, bro, that's reggie

[Chorus]

It's that ringtone, shit that sound like bingo

Lil' boy, watch your team on, that drake fuck around, get beamed on

Lil' bro, he a bot, you a cop, where the BMO?

She just want that cash, turn my hunnids into Nemo

Walk up into Saks, blew a bag, too damn fast, like The Flash

Boy, it's purple in this flask, smokin' on reggie, we smokin' on grass

Choppa a time machine, get left in the past, [?]

Walk in the back, smokin' on packs, [?] my dog, got her to vet

[Verse 2]

Why you talkin', boy? Your mama work at Blockbuster

Bro pulled up with that Glock, Boi get the fuck up off that block buster

[?], what's in your wood? Bro, that's crop duster

Yellow tape, that was flop buster

She stay off my top cuffer

I've been sippin' green, whole damn pint in this canteen

Like a sentence, make him speak

Triple double, no sb

You fell off, like sb

It's ya boy, smokin' on tree

I'm her toy, fine by me

I'm too fly, so damn fleek

Yellow lime, look like pee

Its a eighth up in his tee

Black, white diamonds, referee

A, B, C, D, E, F, G

Finna put him on a tee

Like hollup B I catch my Z's

Money blue, throw up C's

[?] Crip

[Chorus]

It's that ringtone, shit that sound like bingo

Lil' boy, watch your team on, that drake fuck around, get beamed on

Lil' bro, he a bot, you a cop, where the BMO?

She just want that cash, turn my hunnids into Nemo