Know Me

[Refrain] Balenci' (Hmm), shoe size on my toe They know me (Hmm), everywhere I go Codeine (Hmm), double cup, make a toast Got rackies, gettin�� bags coast to coast [Verse 1] 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 cuffin' 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 [Chorus] Got two chains, my diamonds glistening, 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 that bitch sneak a snap, let her boyfriend know that 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 [Verse 2] I��m TT (Hmm), rollin�� 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) [Refrain] Balenci' (Hmm), shoe size on my toe They know me (Hmm), everywhere I go Codeine (Hmm), double cup, make a toast Got rackies, gettin' bags coast to coast [Chorus] Got two chains, my diamonds glistening, 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 that bitch sneak a snap, let her boyfriend know that 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