Pink notes, my pinky rose Plus these chains got layers She only fuck with the thugs Rappers, trappers, football players (She does) I pattern this brownin' to lock my Browning We ain't got strings attached This M10 got a string attached Fully auto, flick it back In Harrods, rippin' tags (Rip dat) Keep hearin' these niggas chat (Shh) He ain't gonna slide, he's gemmin' it Three chains, I'm fly like Emirates Every stone come GIA You know you gotta pattern these diamonds separate (Can't do that) Don't do plain-Jane, only frosted Chain can't pop it, watch me cop this Webley snaps in two like chopsticks Get a boy shot like Toxic (Bwoy, bwoy) Don't do plain-Jane, only busted Emeralds, baguettes encrusted Little bro slide on anyone's block They don't give a toss, they'll drill it in public (Live) Two-tone AP on top of my arm That's hitting just like Mayweather (My arm) Like her, but fuck with the friend way more It's just cah she's shaped better Check that my chains 'dem still on the dresser When hoes say bye, ain't letting them sneak off (What you doing) These VS1's just sat on my neck, so glittery All them times went O and I had no driver, sat on that train, all fidgety Told my slider, slide They strictly come, no asking (Ay come here) My neck Strictly Come Dancing (Wet) Patek's, Ritchie's, Carti's (Bands) Had sticks in her house and now my house in the sticks Sneak diss 'til man pull up like Kanye In all black, down to the kicks Pink notes, my pinky rose Plus these chains got layers She only fuck with the thugs Rappers, trappers, football players (She does) I pattern this brownin' to lock my Browning We ain't got strings attached This M10 got a string attached Fully auto, flick it back I walk in, .40 bulging, heavily armed and dangerous, any occasion Enter and I got every gyal preein' Caramel darkskin, coulda' been bajan You know I can't wife no vixen Skin all gold, she don't need foundation I'm tellin' her, just uck me and say less Still got this bad one, begging me Bareback, 'bout to blow her back out without the latex She throwin' it back, her waist all snatched Ain't runnin' it back if his chain got snatched I go psycho like Tommy Lee And all my young boys on demon time She ain't ever fucked in a foreign Stars in the roof, and the seats recline Been sippin' lean, tryna numb this pain Nuttin' but codeine in this Mountain Dew It was nuttin' but TT 'til I realised That that town was one into two Left block, got my prop back with holes in the bag I was pissed when I clocked that a mouse got through I all got watches that cost a house Still wore a G-Shock on that house block too I bought you CC, but that don't mean nuttin 'Cause I bought her some too I think that she thinks she's special Tellin' her friends I'm bae, wait slow down boo Her crocodile bag, I fill it with teeth Skid up, high in this Porsche Take Dior steps out the driver's seat Pink notes, my pinky rose Plus these chains got layers She only fuck with the thugs Rappers, trappers, football players (She does) I pattern this brownin' to lock my Browning We ain't got strings attached This M10 got a string attached Fully auto, flick it back