TRAPGOLD.... I got twenty racks on my new jeans. I got ten more in my blue jeans. I walk in I turn up. Pimp tight like I'm permed up. I heard broke bitches talkin' like they rollin' like us. Man these bitches sound shermed up. And these bitches be mad at us. Because these bitches so down to fuck. Claim that shit. I can bang that shit. Fuck me fuck a team I'mma train that bitch. I hope you ain't wife that bitch. Cuz I know a couple homies that'll pipe that bitch. Lifestyle flashing like a Nikon pic. And your bitch chose me because you walk out with. My ass thick and my drinks mixed. Say I'm sick I say no shit. .... And all my flows is slow piff. Closed case I'm killin' shit. Heard your flow I'm not feeling 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 bitches hated on mine. My heart in it I'm authentic it's clear to see it's my time (x4)