Trapgold
I got twenty racks on my new jeans
I got ten more in my blue jeans
I walk in then I turn up
Pimp tight liked I'm permed up
I heard broke b*tches talkin' like they rollin' like us
Man, these b*tches sound shermed up
And these b*tches be mad at us
Because these b*tches so down to f*ck
Claim that sh*t
I can bang that sh*t
f*ck me, f*ck a ten, I'mma train that b*tch
I hope you ain't wife that b*tch
'Cause I know a couple homies that'll pipe that b*tch
Lights out
Put you in a night gown
And your b*tch chose me because you walk out with
My ass sick and my drinks mixed
Say I'm sick, I say no sh*t
Let a flow drip, Now its a slow sip
And all my flows is slow piff
Closed case, I'm killin' sh*t
Heard your flow, not feeling sh*t
My brand right and I'm on one and these b*tches don't want none
(These b*tches don't want none)
(These b*tches don't want none)
I shine right 'cause I grind, b*tch hated on mine
My heart's in it, I'm authentic, it's clear to see it's my time
I shine right 'cause I grind, b*tch hated on mine
My heart's in it, I'm authentic, it's clear to see it's my time
I shine right 'cause I grind, b*tch hated on mine
My heart's in it, I'm authentic, it's clear to see it's my time
I shine right 'cause I grind, b*tch hated on mine
My heart's in it, I'm authentic, it's clear to see it's my time