TRAPGOLD...
I got twenty racks on my new jeans, I got ten more in my blue jeans
I walk in and I turn up, pimp tight like I'm permed up
I heard broke b**hes talkin' like they rollin' like us
Man, these b**hes sound shermed up
These b**hes be mad at us because these b**hes so down to f**
Cl-cl-claim that sh**, I can bang that sh**
f** me, f** a team, I'mma train that b**h
I hope you ain't wife that b**h 'cause I know a couple homies that'll pipe that b**h
Lifestyle flashin' like a Nikon pic
And your b**h chose me 'cause you walk out with
My a** thick, and my drinks mixed, say I'm sick, I say "No sh**"
Better fo' drip, and that's a fo' sip and all my flows is slow piff
Closed case, I'm k**in' sh**, heard your flow, I'm not feelin' sh**
My brand right and I'm on one
And these b**hes don't want none
These b**hes don't want none [x2]
I shine bright 'cause I grind
b**hes hate, I don't mind
My heart's in it, I'm authentic, it's clear to see it's my time
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