Know Me

Balenci' (Hmm), shoe size on my toe

They know me everywhere I go

Codeine (Hmm), double cup make her toast

Got rackies, getting 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 ****ed her in Atlanta

30 pointers in my chain, going 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 ****, no kissin',

Peasant bitches can't kiss kings (Yeah)

No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)

Might've ****ed that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting

Let that bitch sneak her snap,

Let her boyfriend know she with me

Say I look like a snack,

Diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin' (Bling-bling, yeah)

No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Ching-ching, yeah)

Might've ****ed 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), taking 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 RILP inside the pot

See, 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell

380 racks can book me, you know all my tickets gon sell

Balenci' (Hmm), shoe size on my toe

They know me everywhere I go

Codeine (Hmm), double cup make her toast

Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast

Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VV's hit like Bisping

I just wanna ****, no kissin',

Peasant bitches can't kiss kings (Yeah)

No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)

Might've ****ed that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting

Let that bitch sneak her snap,

Let her boyfriend know she with me

Say I look like a snack,

Diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin' (Bling-bling, yeah)

No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Ching-ching, yeah)

Might've ****ed that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting