Bing bang Boom. ft. Jay Slays

I'm Cold with the bars They frost bitten, and it's only fuckin' when I speak

I cut him deep with a Flow, make him crumble, bitch, you fuckin' weak

They frontin' when they talk, yet they foldin' almost every week

I'm solid with the game, watch them lose it when they fuckin' peak

I'm the shadow that you chase, but you cannot ever catch me

I'm the reaper that you face, when I rap, this shit gets deadly

I'm the needle in the hay, let them all come and test me

And I'll be pissing on their grave, while they're beggin' for a blessing

I ain't goin back like Kodak, but this pussy, better give me that whole bag

Said, bing, bang, boom, y'all a bunch of fuckin' hoebags