Bingo

Bingo, bingo, bingo Bingo, bingo, bingo Bingo, yo Let's get into some of this shit Check it Bingo, I won You ain't got gun like my gun Hop on a plane, I'ma fly When we talkin' sticks, buh-bye, God Know you not safe with the fire on I know he knock up the wire on I don't talk shit, I speak with the fire on Put out the rims and scrape in the corner It took off the pieces, the tire on All of my shooters, they ride alone Even if we gotta die alone Fresh to death, my casket is nylon Bingo, I won You ain't got gun like my gun Hop on a plane, I'ma fly When we talkin' sticks, buh-bye, God Bingo, bingo, bingo Know you not safe with the fire on I know he knock up the wire on I don't talk shit, I speak with the fire on Put out the rims and scrape in the corner It took off the pieces, the tire on All of my shooters, they ride alone Even if we gotta die alone Know I still keep the attire on Fresh to death, my casket is draped in nylon All of my shooters, they ride alone Even if we gotta die alone Know I still keep the attire on Fresh to death, my casket is draped in nylon Bingo, I am not the one Bitch, I am the truth Since we keepin' it real Me and Capp used to be crips Now we some gods I live through the fire Only God is priest No longer will I kick it with liars Up, up and away Up, up and away Up, up and away Nigga, talk it down, homie That's why I'm always feelin' lonely Ain't nothin' to play with Get out my face with all that fake shit Bingo, I won You ain't got germ like my gun Hop on a plane, I'ma fly one We told Sticks for bye, God Know you not safe with the fire on I know he knocked up the wire on I don't talk shit, I speak with the fire on Put out the rims and scrape in the corner It took off the pieces, the tire on All of my shooters, they ride alone Even if we gotta die alone Still got a hat and attire on Fresh to death, my casket is nylon Bingo, I won You ain't got germ like my gun Hop on a plane, I'ma fly one We told Sticks for bye, God