Closed Case
Hm I'm bacc again
Bitch you bet not lacc again
Bring them ratchets in
We the fuccin murda clan
Put yo guns up
We just bust nigga lungs up
We one up
Murder scene, yellow tape first 48
Broad day retaliate make sumn shake
Big talk shit talk get your soul raped
Stick talk set it off another closed case
Who you supposed to be?
All white just call me Mr. Clean
We got what you need pills ps and promethazine
Can't get no sleep, bitch, I'm rolling off the ecstasy
Who want beef with me?
Ill catch another felony
Talking like you with it
Any minute nigga we can get it
Shooters we got plenty
Get you missing for a pretty penny
Niggas really envy pillow talking to these fucking bitches
Load another 50 get the spinning like I'm fucking Dizzy
I get the spinning like I'm fucking Dizzy
Load another 50 get the spinning like I'm fucking Dizzy
Niggas really envy pillow talking to these fucking bitches
Load another 50 get the spinning like I'm fucking Dizzy
Load another 50 get the spinning like I'm fucking Dizzy
Niggas really envy pillow talking to these fucking bitches
Load another 50 get the spinning like I'm fucking Dizzy
Pop a percocet it got me trippin
Young na itchin
Knowin' that I'm clutchin
Move wrong I'll hit yo' ass with it
Don't even play a na put a bag up on yo head lets get it
Pockets really fit, I promise you this shit like planet fitness
Young na flippin' bows, I'm tryna get straight to them digits
Can't talk no regular Glock
I swear to God I fell in love with switches
Cut my old bitch off cause swear to God that lil' bitch got the trippin
Molly Percocet I'm booted up this shit here got me jiggin
We got different gens
We gettin drops and we spend blocks for twin
Brand new F&N I let it pop that just another sin
Try me like a bitch we at yo' spot lil niggas rushin' in
Black on infrared red that just a dot for me him with
Say luh trav a ho he must be take me for a joke
I hit a na with his pole his bro wont see his ass no more
And twin gone tweak cause he gon blow
Just up the score a week ago
They get they bliccs and they take pics
And ns never shot they poles
And ns never shot they poles
They get they bliccs and they take pics
And ns never shot they poles
And twin gone tweak cause he gon blow
Just up the score a week ago
Just up the score a week ago
Bitch you bet not lacc again
Bring them ratchets in
We the fuccin murda clan
Put yo guns up
We just bust nigga lungs up
We one up
Murder scene, yellow tape first 48
Broad day retaliate make sumn shake
Big talk shit talk get your soul raped
Stick talk set it off another closed case
Who you supposed to be?
All white just call me Mr. Clean
We got what you need pills ps and promethazine
Can't get no sleep, bitch, I'm rolling off the ecstasy
Who want beef with me?
Ill catch another felony
Talking like you with it
Any minute nigga we can get it
Shooters we got plenty
Get you missing for a pretty penny
Niggas really envy pillow talking to these fucking bitches
Load another 50 get the spinning like I'm fucking Dizzy
I get the spinning like I'm fucking Dizzy
Load another 50 get the spinning like I'm fucking Dizzy
Niggas really envy pillow talking to these fucking bitches
Load another 50 get the spinning like I'm fucking Dizzy
Load another 50 get the spinning like I'm fucking Dizzy
Niggas really envy pillow talking to these fucking bitches
Load another 50 get the spinning like I'm fucking Dizzy
Pop a percocet it got me trippin
Young na itchin
Knowin' that I'm clutchin
Move wrong I'll hit yo' ass with it
Don't even play a na put a bag up on yo head lets get it
Pockets really fit, I promise you this shit like planet fitness
Young na flippin' bows, I'm tryna get straight to them digits
Can't talk no regular Glock
I swear to God I fell in love with switches
Cut my old bitch off cause swear to God that lil' bitch got the trippin
Molly Percocet I'm booted up this shit here got me jiggin
We got different gens
We gettin drops and we spend blocks for twin
Brand new F&N I let it pop that just another sin
Try me like a bitch we at yo' spot lil niggas rushin' in
Black on infrared red that just a dot for me him with
Say luh trav a ho he must be take me for a joke
I hit a na with his pole his bro wont see his ass no more
And twin gone tweak cause he gon blow
Just up the score a week ago
They get they bliccs and they take pics
And ns never shot they poles
And ns never shot they poles
They get they bliccs and they take pics
And ns never shot they poles
And twin gone tweak cause he gon blow
Just up the score a week ago
Just up the score a week ago
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Writer(s): Travis K Walters, Travis Walters Jr
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