Bingo lyrics

[Intro]
Q Da Fool, man
100 Round Goon (Brrrrrrt)
Let's get it
Uh, Q Da Fool, man
Rich Shootah! b*tch!
Cheecho on the beat, b*tch!
Let's get it, man
I swear to God I hate—
I'm trying, I'm trying take my foot off these n*ggas necks, but
Man, f*ck that sh*t

[Verse 1]
Like a monkey, b*tch, I'm rocking that Bape
Put on my gloves, I'm fighting the case
She sucking my di*k and she riding my face
Aunty be stealing, gotta hide my safe
Sometimes it feel like prison my only fate
I'm cooking up crack, I ain't cooking up steak
Bring that b*tch to the trap, yeah b*tch this is a date
In the hole like 500 days
These n*ggas hot like a damn jalapeno
My OG still be playing BINGO
You not getting money, n*gga you fiend though
Stack up that money just like a damn Pringle
Buy a chopper then I'm calling up Bean, though
In the studio, yeah b*tch I'm with Cheecho
In the cell making hook ups with them Cheetos
Now I get Xans and a whole lotta diesel
b*tch the money [?] hey
Fat ass damn b*tch, hey
b*tch n*ggas, yeah that's what I hate
[?] back out, b*tch blame that on the state
We can f*ck but baby no I can't stay
I'm tryna get a lot of money today
I really shot 5 n*ggas in one day
I lot of guns b*tch shoutout to the A
Molly you can taste
I'm tryna win the race
I'm tryna get a Wraith
Pray everyday
Wash my sins away
By Allah, I hope Allah, he wash my sins away
I just got a 100 guns from the A
Bad b*tch on my di*k, damn b*tch hey