Closure
MT Ty & Nate Frxsca
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(It's Nolo baby) Tshhhh, Niggas keep on stealing my swag (uh) Ima keep on selling out the bag (uh) Four of wock I hope I don't crash (uh) You can tell this bitch bad just by her ass I'm cashing the plug out everytime ion give a f*ck about the tab (pshh) (pshh) (pshh) Brody keep on swerving the rover my brotha in the kitchen whipping boulders (pshh) (pshh) (pshh) They way he keep twerking the pot he might through out his shoulder my bitches need closure (uh) Sippin' on this blood but I'm nowhere near a donor Made my first 100k and then I got a boner I'm popping this tags and blowing these bands but a nigga really coasting Why we got a whole rifle looking like a soldier Slam dunk a bag, shit I might just put it on a poster I ain't been sleep give a f*ck I ain't tired Snatch her from a lame damn her nigga got fired She feel so much baby drink my sweat Ball so hard damn the club need a ref I just made 5,000 in a hour Passing out pills feel like Jeffrey Dahmer Baby need closure I ain't giving into her I got a new bad bitch and her head stupid I work 100 hours a week, I been getting this shit in lil nigga These racks got my pants looking fat, I ain't been in the gym lil nigga Yo bitch said you been making her mad, she see my bed jump in lil nigga She trying to play me thinking she crazy, I just upped me 10 new bitches I just might suspend all these bitches (uh) I just caught a pint boy I'm gifted (uh) She just caught a flight not attendant (uh) I be all in her mouth like a dentist (woah) I be all in the kitchen like a I be all in the kitchen like a chemist Boy I got a big bag coming down the chimney Nigga took a fake perc now he think he gremlin Brody got fake percs thinking big business I be all in the mall nigga big spending All I gotta do is make one call niggas come with switches they a shoot the whole motherfucking building All a nigga really need is a doc and template Hotty scatpack up in the trenches Nigga say he chasing racks ain't you tired of sprinting I be out selling trying dodge the prison I just reached in my pocket pulled out a chicken I gotta pour a 4 up before I start sippin Could've put 20 up but I bought some drip It's more way it came from but he know I'm lit I was trying to play it broke but she know I'm rich I been stacking up bands I ain't notice it She let me smash on her friend that's my home girl When I hit make the bitch say Foworld Cut the bitch off if she can't cook I'm making money all day my phone off the hook These niggas ain't got no sauce that's crazy Baby suck the dick laying down damn she lazy Fat pussy skinny bitch call her glorilla Put the gang on when I eat I'm a real nigga Me and marc just scored 10 iPhones I'm really out here working I ain't got time to make songs
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Written by: Nathan Harris, Ty Royal
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