Closure Lyrics

Fuck the chit-chat

When you comin over

We can stay down

You won't need no closure

Bring your best friend

I hope she a smoker

Lemme roll one

We won't do this sober

Fuck the chit-chat

When you comin over

We can stay down

You won't need no closure

Bring your best friend

I hope she a smoker

Lemme roll one

We won't do this sober

Pop three 20s

Treat the script like it's Folgers

45 on my hip

I'm a soldier

This a Glock lil bitch

Not a Cobra

Got the block workin quick

Never slowed up

I'm still workin on a Sunday

My plug got the work off the runway

My bitch put in work on the runway

I served hella Percs on the one-way

I defer to the gunplay

Burner on me by the stove

Get the white whipped

Flashlight on the .223

That's a nightstick

Trappin product while you sleep

That's a night shift

Used to think we had a thing

But I don't need you

I don't want a bad bitch

No, I need two

I don't wanna stack chips

No, I need to

If you're hungry for a clip

I can feed you

Fuck the chit-chat

When you comin over

We can stay down

You won't need no closure

Bring your best friend

I hope she a smoker

Lemme roll one

We won't do this sober

Fuck the chit-chat

When you comin over

We can stay down

You won't need no closure

Bring your best friend

I hope she a smoker

Lemme roll one

We won't do this sober

I cannot commit

I got girlfriends

I been poppin pills

Til I'm hurlin

We was doin donuts in the whip

Now you turnin

Everything was straight before you tripped

Now I'm curvin

I'm not in a rock band

Ain't no way my Glock jam

12-gauge pump

With the drum attached

Coca Cola in a hot pan

Jumpin back

Hoe, I pull up in a

"God damn, what is that?"

I make touchdowns

Like a goddamn runningback

Dummy strapped in the whip

That's a crash test

Cut the pack, split the brick

Had the stash stretch

Hundred racks on my neck

I been had bread

I just cut a baby up

Like an Aztec

Had sex with a black girl

Then ate crab legs

Crack eggs in the morning

Sunnyside up

Crackheads steady callin

Tell em line up

Fuck the chit-chat

When you comin over

We can stay down

You won't need no closure

Bring your best friend

I hope she a smoker

Lemme roll one

We won't do this sober

Fuck the chit-chat

When you comin over

We can stay down

You won't need no closure

Bring your best friend

I hope she a smoker

Lemme roll one

We won't do this sober