Mo’ Bing Songtext
von Royal Canoe

And I′m riding, I'm rolling, I′m coasting
The motion is ocean
And if you wanna see me you can see me
I'm holding something real potent
And I'm about to put it in the air
I ain′t playing, ain′t never joking
Keep it low key
And I know they wanna know but don't know me
I tell them bing my phone if they want me - woah
I keep it sewn up like a tailor do
Check the khakis with the crease and fold Innovators so we castin′ the mold and get it
Push it to the limit
Nothing else on mind but clockin' them digits
Don′t want a thing from you
You need to stop frontin'
Now I been toying with the notion of smoking or something
Catch a vibe pass out like it it ain′t nothing
I push record and I keep the shit bumpin'
It ain't nothing to keep it bingin′
Don′t come to me with the other cold in the summer
Hot as December, but it ain't nothing

My shit got mo′ bing, my shit got mo' bing
My shit got mo′ bing, my shit got mo' bing
Hit me on the ring, hit me on the ring
My shit got mo′ bing, it a'int a thing


I been rolling, smoking potent
Steady blowing on the Kush
Burning bush, Jesus walks
Moses coughing of the wood
Lord knows I smoke good
Y'all could see me down south
Baggin′ up on Beresford
Serving work at Hannah′s house
Meet over by the curb
I don't do no in and outs
Can′t vouch for whatchu heard
Niggas thorough 'round here
33 and a third, time is ours this year
3PEAT, repeat, 3 times, that′s clear
World Series, come get near we
You in presence of a gift
Lose lips sink ships
And I'm tryna stay afloat
Be the man in your boat
Yellow rubbers and coat
I′m ready for a splash
And you ready for a soak
Ring my line for the Pepsi
Little sexy got a ting
Zoot Johnson, Smack Hoppkins
Out here with the bing
Tryna get at whatcha sing
I dunno whatcha saying
Got the shit and it's banging
If you need to get zing

My shit got mo' bing, my shit got mo′ bing
My shit got mo′ bing, my shit got mo' bing
Hit me on the ring, hit me on the ring
My shit got mo′ bing, it a'int a thing

Low rider for your Uber provider
Two and the driver, I′m cooling through fire
Below the heavens, I'm blu with the science
Moving the finest of lucrative diamonds
Grooving through my interpretation of soup in a pyrex
4K at its widest, dishing you visual diets
Forget the ship, I′m canoeing with digital pirates
We do business in private until the masses acquire it
Like god damn, there they go again up to some fly shit
Get yourself a good pill from good folks downstairs
Getting higher from all the piff that we've been smoking in here
Dope in this sphere, global poets, through the smoke I appear
Thank my moms, just wanna say I'm really stoked that I′m here
Royal 3 sounding like royalty, pure Canadian soil
We building off vibes, great times and baked eyes
Man you know this ain′t a thing, no this ain't a thing
I got nothing less than bing, nothing less than bing

My shit got mo′ bing, my shit got mo' bing
My shit got mo′ bing, my shit got mo' bing
Hit me on the ring, hit me on the ring
My shit got mo′ bing, it a'int a thing