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[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 d-ck (what?), she get kicked out, get kicked up
i ain’t cuffin’ that b-tch (no), that ain’t on my agenda
met that b-tch in la, but i f-cked 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 k!ll 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 glistenin’, vv’s h-t like bisping
i just wanna f-ck, no kissin’, peasant b-tches can’t kiss kings (yeah) no cash register, pockets on ching-ching (yeah)
might’ve f-cked that b-tch, but she ain’t my ting-ting
let that b-tch 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 f-cked that b-tch, but she ain’t my ting-ting

[verse 2]
i’m tt (hmm), rollin’ up the dope
bad b-tch freaky (hmm), grab the b-tch 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 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)

[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 glistenin’, vv’s h-t like bisping
i just wanna f-ck, no kissin’, peasant b-tches can’t kiss kings (yeah) no cash register, pockets on ching-ching (yeah)
might’ve f-cked that b-tch, but she ain’t my ting-ting
let that b-tch 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 f-cked that b-tch, but she ain’t my ting-ting

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