Know Me

Balenci' (Hmm), shoe size on my toe They know me (Hmm), everywhere I go Codeine (Hmm), double cup, make her toast Got rackies, gettin' bags coast to coast Elliot lit my wrist up, diamond rings cover my fist up After she suck my dick (What?) She get kicked out, get kicked up I ain't cuffing that bitch (No) That ain't on my agenda Met that bitch in LA, but I fucked her in Atlanta 30 pointers in my chain, goin' fast in my own lane Like Gunna, I drip insane Make a smart girl give me brain Let the Perkys kill my pain Break a hundred, tell her keep the change Now the Gucci store know my name Hottest brown boy in the game Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin' VV's hit like Bisping I just wanna fuck, no kissing Peasant bitches can't kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting Let the bitch sneak a Snap Let her boyfriend know she with me Say I look like a snack Diamonds on baseball bat, they hitting (Bling-bling, yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Ching-ching, yeah) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting I'm TT (Hmm), rolling up the dope Bad bitch freaky (Hmm), grab the bitch by her throat Ice my pinky (Uh), AP flooded I need a boat Get shot like Ricky (Hmm), takin' a brown boy for a joke Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock First time I tried to cook it, lost my re-up inside the pot See, 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell Pay 80 racks and book me, you know all my tickets gon' sell (Yeah) Balenci' (Hmm), shoe size on my toe They know me (Hmm), everywhere I go Codeine (Hmm), double cup, make her toast Got rackies, gettin' bags coast to coast Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin' VV's hit like Bisping I just wanna fuck, no kissing Peasant bitches can't kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting Let the bitch sneak a Snap Let her boyfriend know she with me Say I look like a snack Diamonds on baseball bat, they hitting (Bling-bling, yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Ching-ching, yeah) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting