Pink Notes

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 that)

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 (boy, boy)

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 May Weather (my arm)

Like her, but fuck with the friend way more, it's just 'cause she's shaped better

Check, that my chains them still on the dresser

When hoes say bye, ain't letting them sneak off (what you doing?)

These VS1s 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 sliders, "Slide," they strictly come, no asking (ayy, come here)

My neck, strictly come dancing (wet)

Pateks, Richies, Cartis (bands)

Had sticks in the 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 girl preein', caramel, dark skin, could've 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, nothin' but codeine in this Mountain Dew

It was nothin' 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 nothin' '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