Not again
(aye!)
Whipping my wrist look like macaroni
I'm not your friend, you a jabroni
I'm with the gang, that's that bologna
I skate on a brick, I'm looking like tony (aye!)
I'm whipping my wrist, it's looking like ping pong
I'm at the top if the W, looking like King Kong
Whipping my wrist, I'm playing ping pong
I got a Grammy but now I'm going for the tony (aye!)
Ten bands on my neck, damn I got finessed
I'm running to the checks
No nikes when I flex
I got a yacht, I'm going for the jet
I've gotta go, man I gotta jet
You coulda had a check (aye!)
You shoulda had a check (aye!)
One hundred thirty thousand on my neck (aye!)
Twenty thousand on your head
I'm flexing I'm flexing I'm balling
I ball so hard I got suspended
Forty thousand, that's in debt
I shoulda stopped spending when I flex (aye, aye!)
[Verse 2: YOUNGLEEHYDROLAFLAME]
Walk in the trap, I turn on the stove
I'm whipping the bricks for Tony
I pack it all up, into the trunk
You know I flex in the Honda
Stupid ass n***a, stupid ass n***a
You think that you got my rolex
Joke is on you, joke is on you
The rolex you got is bologna
You're phony like Kony
You're mad because your TV is Sony
Whipping my wrist, Whipping my wrist
You wanted a brick? Call me Chef Alfatony
Bee-Boo-Bee-Bop, I got the mop
Boo-Boo ass n***a, Fu-Fu ass n***a
Bologna Boys
[Bridge: Suede Pubes]
Bologna Boys
Hit you with that toy
Bologna Boys
Hit you with that toy
(bang, bang, bang, bang)
[Verse 3: UNDERSCORE]
Ping pong party with some bitches in the lobby
Ping pong 4x
Ching chong ding dong wing wong
My things long
That bitch, she wrong
I'm a rich buddy in the trap with some sloppy toppy
I pull up in a Bentley
Or I pull up in a masi
I'm no civilian, the way I'm killing them
Tony pull up to the trap
I'm whipping these children back
I'm Mussolini with that lean
And I whip like I'm Katrina
I pull up in a Bugatti
Or a Maserati
Just like I'm Gandhi
Peace be with you
And Reese's peanut butter cups
I'm bout to erupt
Like a volcano
In a Dodge Durango
I lost my chain
Just like I'm Django
And Quavo
Sippin that mango
My life's a movie
I'm on fandango
And bang bros
Aye somebody tell me what the fuck it is
Why these boys got Sony TVs in 2015
What the fuck's going on?
I'm going to call Tony on-
You know what? I'm going to call Tony on their bitch ass
I'm going to call Tony
Don't make me- You know what I'm calling Tony
I'm calling Tony
-Dial tone-
[Interlude: Tony]
Press three if you want a Honda
Press five if you want a brick
If you're looking for Tony, don't worry about it
-Beat change-
[Verse 4: UNDERSCORE]
I've got a Rolex on my wrist
Looking like Muhammad Ali
23 karrat gold
Plated on my rari
Drop 20 stacks
Just on a track with Mommy
Go check the books
Tell my account sorry
Drop 200k on a Porsche
Just to say fuck Meek Mill
Diamonds on my teeth
Feeling like a sheik
CPR training course
Fuck your remorse
Fuck your awards
And fuck your jorts
Drop one single
Now the whole school wants a jingle
Thinking they can hop on a track
Boy I'll cut you back
The only reason we rapping
Is because we're lacking
On other things to do
So we're bored as fuck
Thinkin "what we gonna do?"
"Hmm, lets do a track"
"Ok, with all of you?"
It was Me, Jair and Devante
So we pull out the mic
And find a beat
Write down some words
Thinking "this gon be neat"
So we drop our first track
Now we the Bologna boys
With kids asking for features
We're like, no but suck my wiener
But honestly don't think we're serious
Because this is all for fun
We don't really try
So, goodbye
-Young Thug Noises-
God damn, them Bologna Boys still going in
God damn, man I fucked up the kitchen that's a sin
Whipping, that's a sin
At having fun we always win
Drop me off in Mexico I'm gonna break this brick, no Jackie Chan
You got finessed man, you got tricked again
9+10 no 19
Fuck a trap queen, all I need my left wrist Irene and my my right hand plug in Belize
No sprite for me no lean
I'd rather have tea, my cup so sick it's so green
I pull up to the spot in a topless masi or I might just pull up in that Boris Bidjan Ferrari
I am deeply sorry that bologna got you worried
Hit up my jeweler he said he pissed on my neck
My teller she said she's pissed she cashing checks
I love the gang, I love the squad, shout out to Tony, my connect
I call my man Nick cause he stay with the Cannon
I don't fuck with opps, And i'm tryna stay out of the slammer
I pull up, I think that I am Tony Montana
Pull up in a boat, it's looking like a banana
No squares in my circle you looking like a waffle house
Pull up on the block I hit you with that
Oops
Ouch
[Verse 6: YOUNGLEEHYDROLAFLAME]
Stop it, Craig
I said stop it
One ton brick
Two ton brick
Three ton brick
Four ton brick
I will get the 5th when I fuck your bitch
Don't make me turn you into a stick
I'm fucking rich
Bitch, I'm broke
I drive a Honda, I sell dope
Me and Tony done drove to the store
Smoking on that Dro
We are fucking hoes
Kick the bitch out, because she's got an afro
Tony was like: "Bitch you got to go"
We were still moving when she got kicked out the door
I was like: "Oh"
Let's keep it rolling
Too many hoes, got two cell phones
And I keep a third, just for Tony
Fuck you n***as who ain't down for bologna
I'm a keep it thorough, I'm a call Tony
I'm done with you n***as, because all you n***as phony
Bitch what the fuck, bitch you better duck
Fucking red neck, you don't pay rent
You live in a mother-fucking tent
Shit
Where am I?
[Verse 7: Suede Pubes]
You think we're playing games, but this ain't ping pong
You think I rap good but, I can also sing songs
You think I was at your door, but this ain't ding dong
You think I'm off the loud, but I'm really ching chong
Pause, wait a minute
You thought I was tripping off that syrup?
You thought I was leaning because I'm coffin?
But I ain't dead yet
Oh
You thought I meant that coughing nah nah
Lean
Only for medical use though
Cut my pig right
Right in my bologna circle
Devante, Samuel
Bologna boys smoking crack
Eat ALL your apple jacks
Call in the man tony
Purchase the boys Hondas
He defeated Kony
Flexin on you Mamas
Forget those Rolex's
Who needs a Rolex's
When we have our main man
TONY!
Making trips back and forth
Like we're playing ping pong
Getting tips for what it's worth
Got no money?
Move along
Tony this fool is broke
After all those favors
His neck will do the choke
Chomp like alligators
End this verse close the curtains
Tapered up that's for certain
