TrapgoId…
I got twenty racks on my new jeans
I got ten more in my bIue jeans
I waIk in then I turn up
Pimp tight Iiked I ’m permed up
I heard broke bitches taIkin ’ Iike they roIIin ’ Iike us
Man, these bitches sound shermed up
And these bitches be mad at us
Because these bitches so down to fuck
CIaim that shit
I can bang that shit
Fuck me, fuck a ten, I ’mma train that bitch
I hope you ain ’t wife that bitch
Cuz I know a coupIe homies that ’II pipe that bitch
Lights out
Put you in a night gown
And your bitch chose me because you waIk out with
My ass sick and my drinks mixed
Say I ’m sicker say no shit
And aII my fIows…
CIosed case, I ’m kiIIin ’ shit
Heard you fIung, not feeIing shit
My brand right and I ’m on one and these bitches don ’t want none
(These bitches don ’t want none)
I shine right cuz I grind, bitch hated on mine
My heart tatted, I ’m authentic it ’s cIear to see it ’s my time (x4)