The Bink Lyrics

I get loose of that bink

I get loose of that bink

Laser on my gun

I don't miss with my team

KEE

I get loose of that bink

Dame Lillard crunch time

I don't even think

Belichick play calling

Baby let me be

Hat in the air

When I'm riding on her spleen

Throwing fours for my team

Cold shoulder lost my big brother

Let me be

Pink cup 405n when I leave

Yellow tape on the scene no Celine

I'm like Pac got the juice

When I bleed

You ain't never seen me

On the corner In these streets

KEE

Trapping hard late nights

For my dreams

Hazelnut eyes put the

White in her green

Uhh

I'm the K to the E

Idgaf lock it down for the streets

Ak47 by my sheets

Hustle in the morning

Everyday of the week

I get loose of that bink

KEE

Baby bottle pour a four

Before I leave

Brett Favre pass a bag

To my team

Riding on her spleen

Saddle up it get crazy

In these skreets

No seatbelt N****

What you think

Ain't for long with it

Andre Drummond on the court

On and off

Bouncing on these N*****

When I bounce out like Gasol

Feel like Victor Wemmbanyama

Louis at the sea

When I'm dripping in Vuittona

Aye

I got Dior on my feet

Mcm Mcm pillow case sheets

I'm on the corner when we speak

Idgaf how you feel

B**** you weak

Everytime that I speak

Say preach

Really imma dog

K nine in the streets

What you do bout it

Me and all my N***** pop out

We get fools bout it

At the casino

Hundred thousand dollers on the C note