Trinidad James - Early lyrics

[Intro] You know I wasn't playing with these n***as, man I had on that bucket with the baseball jersey on, bu*toned With all the gold on, them Olympic 6's early With the ceiling socks on them f** n***as He talk to your girl like "Oh, that's them right there, baby" "Oh, can you get it when they come outside of there, please?" Duck! [Hook] That gold sh** and them new shoes, that outfit be "whoo!" (x4) [Verse 1] I keep it chic'd up on these f** n***as, A-Town drug dealer Eight rings, three chains, it's T-Jame$, no A-Team Leader of that Gold Gang, got a problem with it? f** you, n***a I'ma let my nuts hang, these monkey b**hes, they wanna swing She said she love it, "that's a flex", I died laughing when I seen the text And my reply was "already got a Five, but, baby girl, you can get her next" Arrogance is my specialty, to lame n***as especially He bite my style on the slick, but your main b**h be telling me And your Twitter got the evidence, you wanna be me, it's evident I ain't mad at ya per sé, I'm a real n***a, can't hurt me Can't wait to trade in these diamond belts and cop me a new Hermes Couple pairs of them Gucci shades, these authentic, no fugaz' Red Polo drawers with the horses, mane, look in the mirror, I'm flawless, mane And your main b**h, she a fan, liked all my pictures on Instagram Bragging about me to her friends, "He the man, girl, need to get with him" "Heard he run a store and he Caribbean and his shoe game, he got everything" "I'm talking gold chain and gold frames", these ain't out yet so I'm gon' pay Yeah, I'm rolling down eighty-five but I'm a real n***a, in my own lane [Hook] [Verse 2] I do what I want, n***a, you do what you can I hit the p**y, like, last month, you just not getting the chance Yo' b**h call you by your real name, she refer to me as "dad" I kept on my stale socks when I was hitting that a** No flex in my campaign, my motto is three things Soul, s** and champagne for your b**h, n***a, cause I don't drink Joyrich vest with that leopard print, that diamond camo slim pants No shirt on, just gold rings, "Them Olympics up," these hoes saying We 5'9", 5-0, mane, I'm high as the fifth floor I'm feeling like Bruh Man, my actions, girl, what it's hittin' fo'? She told me "just beat it, mane", I'm feeling like Kimbo I need a slice of that poo' tang, bust a move and she K.O Then we heard that phone ring and we know who he looking fo' She sent him to voicemail, I se-ent that b**h home Then we heard the bell ring, it was her friend at the door She looked at her then looked at me, what's good with that threesome? Now it's yo' b**h and her best friend in my bed, they going in Talking eating p**y from the back, no shame, man, that Gold Gang [Hook]