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Balenci’, shoe size on my toe
They know me, everywhere I go
Codeine, double cup, make a toast
Got rackies, gettin’ bags coast to coast

Elliot lit my wrist up, diamond rings cover my fist up
After she suck my d**k (What?), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain’t cuffin’ that b***h (No), that ain’t on my agenda
Met that b***h 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 f**k, no kissin’, peasant bitches can’t kiss kings (Yeah)
No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might’ve fucked that b***h, but she ain’t my ting-ting
Let that b***h 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 b***h, but she ain’t my ting-ting

I’m TT, rollin’ up the dope
Bad b***h freaky, grab the b***h by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded, I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky, 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 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 (Yeah)

Balenci’, shoe size on my toe
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They know me, everywhere I go
Codeine, double cup make a toast
Got rackies, gettin’ bags coast to coast

Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin’, VV’s hit like Bisping
I just wanna f**k, no kissin’, peasant bitches can’t kiss kings (Yeah)
No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might’ve fucked that b***h, but she ain’t my ting-ting
Let that b***h 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 b***h, but she ain’t my ting-tinggg
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