Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Man, tell me who's this pretty young thing
Popping up all over the ‘Gram
I could see we got a couple same friends
And we from the same city
My, oh, my, now you just my type
With them lips like Kylie, so fine
Every post, gon' give it that like
Till she notice me
[Verse 2]
I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
I just gotta make you mine
Get inside your timeline
Hold up
[Verse 3]
She's so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I'll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
[Verse 4]
Man, now I'm creeping up in her DM
And I hope she ain't got a boyfriend
'Cause, girl, I really want a chance
To get to know you better
And, I, know if you give me the green light
Everything's gon' be alright
Like two stars way up in the sky
We're so fly
[Verse 5]
I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
I just gotta make you mine
Get inside your timeline
(Let me get it)
[Verse 6]
She's so proper, a head knocker
What it do, after school
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I'll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
[Verse 7]
I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
[Verse 8]
She's so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school (Yeah)
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I'll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O
Written by: Chris Rojas, Edwin Serrano, Mario Marchetti
