Underscore - Ping Pong lyrics

[Into: OVR] Not again [Verse 1: OVR] (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 a** n***a, stupid a** 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 a** n***a, Fu-Fu a** 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 b**hes in the lobby Ping pong 4x Ching chong ding dong wing wong My things long That b**h, 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 k**ing 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 bu*ter 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 [Outro: OVR] Aye somebody tell me what the f** it is Why these boys got Sony TVs in 2015 What the f**'s going on? I'm going to call Tony on- You know what? I'm going to call Tony on their b**h a** 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 f** Meek Mill Diamonds on my teeth Feeling like a sheik CPR training course f** your remorse f** your awards And f** 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 f** Thinkin "what we gonna do?" "Hmm, lets do a track" "Ok, with all of you?" It was Me, Owen, 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 s** my wiener But honestly don't think we're serious Because this is all for fun We don't really try So, goodbye [Bridge: OVR] -Young Thug Noises- [Verse 5: OVR] God damn, them Bologna Boys still going in God damn, man I f**ed 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 f** 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 j**eler 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 f** 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 f** your b**h Don't make me turn you into a stick I'm f**ing rich b**h, I'm broke I drive a Honda, I sell dope Me and Tony done drove to the store Smoking on that Dro We are f**ing hoes Kick the b**h out, because she's got an afro Tony was like: "b**h 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 f** 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 b**h what the f**, b**h you better duck f**ing red neck, you don't pay rent You live in a mother-f**ing tent sh** 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, Owen, 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