Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe They know me (hmm), 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 fucked 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', VVs hit like this, bing I just wanna fuck, no kissin', 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 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 fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting I'm TT (hmm), rolling off the dope Bad bitch freaky (hmm), grab the bitch by her throat Ice my pinky, 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 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 Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe They know me (hmm), everywhere I go Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VVs hit like this, bing I just wanna fuck, no kissin’, 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 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 fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting