Closure
I'm with gang slidin' back from Cali ain't take a plane we got the Bows in the
Backseat Just hit yo hoe had her Runnin' like a track
Meet Oh you heard that
Had her runnin' like a athlete one two three four drop that in my soda
Can't find no purp but it's cool Cause I fuck with Yoda
They get behind me And I'm Smashing ' ain't no pullin' over
Baby I'm toxic I'm so sorry I Can't give you closure
Like let me bend you over and After this is over
Eight months ago I was down Bad now I'm gettin' over
Might change my name to Rackstar Dragon cause fire I spit It
You need some smoke this shit Fire you can come and get it
It ain't lock up you need to get yo Ass out the kitchen
I heard the pots screamin' master The way that I whip it
You think the bag knew Gymnastics The way that I flip It
Keepin' my eyes on the prize the Man on the mission
You can be what you want just Be wise with decisions
If I up it I won't miss I shoot With precision
Oh you ain't picture me like This I suppose you can flick it
All yo packs movin' slow you Know who to hit to flip it
Pullin' nighters in the whip you Know we gotta get it
And baby got a nice throat but I Like when she lick it
Please don't worry about me Mind your damn business
Mech drop the beat one more Time they thought that I was Finished
If we slide you won't survive Aiming it at y'all fitted
Y'all wastin' gas in yall rides Niggas ain't grittin
I pop two pinks and pour two Lines now I feel replenished
Tryna get these hoes off my line Cause my bitch be trippin
Fo I leave the house I tuck the Nine no I can't be slippin
When I lost my brother man I Swear that shit was detrimental
I told you once that I'm a dog Yeah without the kennel
He noddin' off he hit the dog in The back of the rental
I roll the Za this shit like therapy It's helpin' my mental
Baby right after I fuck you know I'ma spin you
I'm with gang it's slime back From Cali
Ain't take a plane we got the Bows in the backseat
Just hit yo' hoe had her runnin' Like a track meet
Oh you heard that? Had her Runnin' like a athlete
One two three four drop that in My soda
Can't find no purp but it's cool Cause I fuck with Yoda
They get behind me yeah I'm Smashin' ain't no pullin' over
Baby I'm toxic I'm so sorry I Can't give you closure
Backseat Just hit yo hoe had her Runnin' like a track
Meet Oh you heard that
Had her runnin' like a athlete one two three four drop that in my soda
Can't find no purp but it's cool Cause I fuck with Yoda
They get behind me And I'm Smashing ' ain't no pullin' over
Baby I'm toxic I'm so sorry I Can't give you closure
Like let me bend you over and After this is over
Eight months ago I was down Bad now I'm gettin' over
Might change my name to Rackstar Dragon cause fire I spit It
You need some smoke this shit Fire you can come and get it
It ain't lock up you need to get yo Ass out the kitchen
I heard the pots screamin' master The way that I whip it
You think the bag knew Gymnastics The way that I flip It
Keepin' my eyes on the prize the Man on the mission
You can be what you want just Be wise with decisions
If I up it I won't miss I shoot With precision
Oh you ain't picture me like This I suppose you can flick it
All yo packs movin' slow you Know who to hit to flip it
Pullin' nighters in the whip you Know we gotta get it
And baby got a nice throat but I Like when she lick it
Please don't worry about me Mind your damn business
Mech drop the beat one more Time they thought that I was Finished
If we slide you won't survive Aiming it at y'all fitted
Y'all wastin' gas in yall rides Niggas ain't grittin
I pop two pinks and pour two Lines now I feel replenished
Tryna get these hoes off my line Cause my bitch be trippin
Fo I leave the house I tuck the Nine no I can't be slippin
When I lost my brother man I Swear that shit was detrimental
I told you once that I'm a dog Yeah without the kennel
He noddin' off he hit the dog in The back of the rental
I roll the Za this shit like therapy It's helpin' my mental
Baby right after I fuck you know I'ma spin you
I'm with gang it's slime back From Cali
Ain't take a plane we got the Bows in the backseat
Just hit yo' hoe had her runnin' Like a track meet
Oh you heard that? Had her Runnin' like a athlete
One two three four drop that in My soda
Can't find no purp but it's cool Cause I fuck with Yoda
They get behind me yeah I'm Smashin' ain't no pullin' over
Baby I'm toxic I'm so sorry I Can't give you closure
Credits
Writer(s): Jahbar Jenkins
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