Not again

(aye!)

Whipping my wrist look like macaroni

I'm not your friend, you a jabroni

I'm with the gang, that's that bologna

I skate on a brick, I'm looking like tony (aye!)

I'm whipping my wrist, it's looking like ping pong

I'm at the top if the W, looking like King Kong

Whipping my wrist, I'm playing ping pong

I got a Grammy but now I'm going for the tony (aye!)

Ten bands on my neck, damn I got finessed

I'm running to the checks

No nikes when I flex

I got a yacht, I'm going for the jet

I've gotta go, man I gotta jet

You coulda had a check (aye!)

You shoulda had a check (aye!)

One hundred thirty thousand on my neck (aye!)

Twenty thousand on your head

I'm flexing I'm flexing I'm balling

I ball so hard I got suspended

Forty thousand, that's in debt

I shoulda stopped spending when I flex (aye, aye!)

[Verse 2: YOUNGLEEHYDROLAFLAME]

Walk in the trap, I turn on the stove

I'm whipping the bricks for Tony

I pack it all up, into the trunk

You know I flex in the Honda

Stupid ass nigga, stupid ass nigga

You think that you got my rolex

Joke is on you, joke is on you

The rolex you got is bologna

You're phony like Kony

You're mad because your TV is Sony

Whipping my wrist, Whipping my wrist

You wanted a brick? Call me Chef Alfatony

Bee-Boo-Bee-Bop, I got the mop

Boo-Boo ass nigga, Fu-Fu ass nigga

Bologna Boys

[Bridge: Suede Pubes]

Bologna Boys

Hit you with that toy

Bologna Boys

Hit you with that toy

(bang, bang, bang, bang)

[Verse 3: UNDERSCORE]

Ping pong party with some bitches in the lobby

Ping pong 4x

Ching chong ding dong wing wong

My things long

That bitch, she wrong

I'm a rich buddy in the trap with some sloppy toppy

I pull up in a Bentley

Or I pull up in a masi

I'm no civilian, the way I'm killing them

Tony pull up to the trap

I'm whipping these children back

I'm Mussolini with that lean

And I whip like I'm Katrina

I pull up in a Bugatti

Or a Maserati

Just like I'm Gandhi

Peace be with you

And Reese's peanut butter cups

I'm bout to erupt

Like a volcano

In a Dodge Durango

I lost my chain

Just like I'm Django

And Quavo

Sippin that mango

My life's a movie

I'm on fandango

And bang bros

Aye somebody tell me what the fuck it is

Why these boys got Sony TVs in 2015

What the fuck's going on?

I'm going to call Tony on-

You know what? I'm going to call Tony on their bitch ass

I'm going to call Tony

Don't make me- You know what I'm calling Tony

I'm calling Tony

-Dial tone-

[Interlude: Tony]

Press three if you want a Honda

Press five if you want a brick

If you're looking for Tony, don't worry about it

-Beat change-

[Verse 4: UNDERSCORE]

I've got a Rolex on my wrist

Looking like Muhammad Ali

23 karrat gold

Plated on my rari

Drop 20 stacks

Just on a track with Mommy

Go check the books

Tell my account sorry

Drop 200k on a Porsche

Just to say fuck Meek Mill

Diamonds on my teeth

Feeling like a sheik

CPR training course

Fuck your remorse

Fuck your awards

And fuck your jorts

Drop one single

Now the whole school wants a jingle

Thinking they can hop on a track

Boy I'll cut you back

The only reason we rapping

Is because we're lacking

On other things to do

So we're bored as fuck

Thinkin "what we gonna do?"

"Hmm, lets do a track"

"Ok, with all of you?"

It was Me, Jair and Devante

So we pull out the mic

And find a beat

Write down some words

Thinking "this gon be neat"

So we drop our first track

Now we the Bologna boys

With kids asking for features

We're like, no but suck my wiener

But honestly don't think we're serious

Because this is all for fun

We don't really try

So, goodbye

-Young Thug Noises-

God damn, them Bologna Boys still going in

God damn, man I fucked up the kitchen that's a sin

Whipping, that's a sin

At having fun we always win

Drop me off in Mexico I'm gonna break this brick, no Jackie Chan

You got finessed man, you got tricked again

9+10 no 19

Fuck a trap queen, all I need my left wrist Irene and my my right hand plug in Belize

No sprite for me no lean

I'd rather have tea, my cup so sick it's so green

I pull up to the spot in a topless masi or I might just pull up in that Boris Bidjan Ferrari

I am deeply sorry that bologna got you worried

Hit up my jeweler he said he pissed on my neck

My teller she said she's pissed she cashing checks

I love the gang, I love the squad, shout out to Tony, my connect

I call my man Nick cause he stay with the Cannon

I don't fuck with opps, And i'm tryna stay out of the slammer

I pull up, I think that I am Tony Montana

Pull up in a boat, it's looking like a banana

No squares in my circle you looking like a waffle house

Pull up on the block I hit you with that

Oops

Ouch

[Verse 6: YOUNGLEEHYDROLAFLAME]

Stop it, Craig

I said stop it

One ton brick

Two ton brick

Three ton brick

Four ton brick

I will get the 5th when I fuck your bitch

Don't make me turn you into a stick

I'm fucking rich

Bitch, I'm broke

I drive a Honda, I sell dope

Me and Tony done drove to the store

Smoking on that Dro

We are fucking hoes

Kick the bitch out, because she's got an afro

Tony was like: "Bitch you got to go"

We were still moving when she got kicked out the door

I was like: "Oh"

Let's keep it rolling

Too many hoes, got two cell phones

And I keep a third, just for Tony

Fuck you niggas who ain't down for bologna

I'm a keep it thorough, I'm a call Tony

I'm done with you niggas, because all you niggas phony

Bitch what the fuck, bitch you better duck

Fucking red neck, you don't pay rent

You live in a mother-fucking tent

Shit

Where am I?

[Verse 7: Suede Pubes]

You think we're playing games, but this ain't ping pong

You think I rap good but, I can also sing songs

You think I was at your door, but this ain't ding dong

You think I'm off the loud, but I'm really ching chong

Pause, wait a minute

You thought I was tripping off that syrup?

You thought I was leaning because I'm coffin?

But I ain't dead yet

Oh

You thought I meant that coughing nah nah

Lean

Only for medical use though

Cut my pig right

Right in my bologna circle

Devante, Samuel

Bologna boys smoking crack

Eat ALL your apple jacks

Call in the man tony

Purchase the boys Hondas

He defeated Kony

Flexin on you Mamas

Forget those Rolex's

Who needs a Rolex's

When we have our main man

TONY!

Making trips back and forth

Like we're playing ping pong

Getting tips for what it's worth

Got no money?

Move along

Tony this fool is broke

After all those favors

His neck will do the choke

Chomp like alligators

End this verse close the curtains

Tapered up that's for certain