Bing bong

I can never tell the truth, so I'm lying to the press

This ain't Fortnite, but I'll open up his chest

We mobbin', locked in, uh, whole gang shoot, we ain't boxing

Wake up in the morning, hit my blunt, I can't be stressed

I can never tell the truth, so I'm lying to the press

Tell the cops, it's all props, till the bullet in his chest

So much motion, what you think you make, I promise that it's less

Every day, poppin' pills like they was candy PEZ

Mechanical, skinny pencil, cuz I hold this lead

Hothead, hit him with his stick and now he drop dead