Pink Notes

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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 bustеd
Emeralds, baguettes еncrusted
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 '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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
I walk in, forty 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

[Chorus]
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