Bing Bong lyrics

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
You broke up with your Glock, b*tch, I married mine
I ran off on that b*tch, she had hairy arms
Goddamn, I miss the bros, had to bury mine
Uh, hell yeah, I got a b*tch, I'm a married now
Yeah, buffed up in this b*tch like I'm Larry Lob
Yeah, she wanna give it to me sloppy at my granny spot, yeah
Backshots goin' crazy, got my granny hot
Yes to "wish a pus*y n*gga would" like the Fairy Odd
Yeah, b*tch, the f*ck you lookin' at? b*tch, you very odd

[Verse 2: K8do]
b*tch, you ain't even out of town, you had to marry [?]
Ride around the stores with no tints, this b*tch very hot
A n*gga wanna play, these four-fives send him to Mary Pop
Messi-ass n*gga in the crowd, he need Jerry spot
Your b*tch gave me pus*y first day with a cherry top
Ayy, everybody go off, go off
Just 'causе that dirty-ass house up on the top, it ain't a loft
Ayy, look at my b*tch and her pursе, that cost
Ayy, your b*tch keep callin' up, she boss

[Verse 3: DaBoii]
pus*y n*gga touch my chain, like what the f*ck is he off?
I told that b*tch get off my di*k, yes, ma'am, ease off
n*ggas got they hand out, I'd never feed y'all
Shootin' at the wrong n*gga, need us the gleek fault
pus*y n*gga diss my gang, n*gga ain't gon' breathe long
I told baby, "Go on and take me out to dinner", Bing Bong
It's 2022, b*tch got me on her ringtone
This b*tch don't even know my name, just wanna lick my ding-dong
Baby chop love to sing, this motherf*cker Keysh Cole
I told K8do go off, he blowin' up, C-4
[Verse 4: K8do]
Everything that I do for straight cash, it won't fold (Ching, ching)
b*tch tryna suck me up in public, she bold
Said them n*ggas love perpin' on the 'Gram, but they know
Break him off on a n*gga with his family, f*ck how it go
Bust fast, when it hit a n*gga whip, it made it slow
Wake him up in the A.M., he ain't have a cup of joe
b*tch, don't get loud, I ain't playin' with no ho
Ayy, it's a hundred-fifty shots in this slow

[Verse 5: DaBoii]
You could've been a real n*gga, but you told
Watch the strippers hit the ground when the bands hit the floor
Yeah, put your mans on the post
Once I heard that five-O, b*tch, I ran from them folks

[Verse 6: K8do]
Once I see them n*ggas talkin', they ran for them jokes, ayy
I been in Miami f*ckin' b*tches on the boat
He don't got a gangster bone, he don't fight, he on toe, ayy
This ain't Facebook, but if I come, you gettin' poked
I don't play with water guns, but if it blast, you gettin' soaked
Ayy, b*tch, I'm black as f*ck, I ain't no master, catch the rope
Ayy, got her in my whip, she went O-O-O
Side b*tch askin' about my main b*tch, I don't know (Why is you askin'?)