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