[Produced by 1st Down of FKi] [Intro] TRAPGOLD... [Verse 1] 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 And these b**hes be mad at us cause these b**hes so down to f** 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 flashy 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 feeling 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) [Hook] (x4) 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