Bac 2 that future

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 f***
Claim that shit
I can bang that shit
F*** me, f*** 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)