​bmo

[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