Remember when nigga used to pay bingo? Like yo man, bingo man, that's my call for real Killas don't have no conscience Blat, won't think about it Trap up in them houses Rats, they Mickey Mouses Gats up in their trousers Ma came in and gave me a slap Said she found all that crack under her couches I can't sleep, Fred Kruger in my dreams Call niggas a machines, all ya'll work for me And I'd rather work a triple beam than at Burger King Rob you for your bling bling, give me all your ching ching Flip your pockets from your jeans, make sure I got everything Before I leave, life's a bitch, and we just havin' a fling Man this chrome is like a phone, better answer it when it rings Let it ring 'til it click, empty clip You can smell me and see I've been through some shit With my clique Timbs on, rider game Now these hoes gon' ride the dick It's because of street fame these bitches know what it is The