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 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 ten, i´mma train that bitch I hope you ain´t wife that bitch Cuz I know a couple homies that´ll pipe that bitch Lights out Put you in a night gown And your bitch chose me because you walk out with My ass sick and my drinks mixed Say I´m sicker say no shit
And all my flows.... Closed case, I´m killin´ shit Heard you flung, 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, bitch hated on mine My heart tatted, I´m authentic it´s clear to see it´s my time (x4)