Closet Mad Lyrics

I realize one thing about life, is it complicates you with how you should feel and how you should interpret things

But music is real straightforward, you just make bangers

Wait, ran up a bag, ran up a bag, ran up a bag and ever since

And ain't look back and I move past and I ain't asking how you been

She look bad and she want that but I can't have her on my skin

When I get that it's just to check put twenty thou up in her tits

Closet mad it's throwing fits

Got her gagging on my dick, I won't relax I'm finna spazz when I get back up on my shit

And she down bad I need to split, she back down I'm finna slip

I just might crack I cannot cap I bet that now she got that grip

Hold up, she saying nigga crispy, talking bout the excellence that I'm just steady pissing

What is it these bitches never listen

Hit another homer and it stupid call it Simpson

Homie telling me about this shorty he been rizzin

Yeah she got a nigga and he hit it, it's malicious

Dick riding that you do is a little bit suspicious

Words is covid and I'm too cold it's just been a sickness

I can never kick it, I'm just feeling vicious

Yeah she fuck me in routine and feel like we work fitness

Sour words of citrus, yeah they in my business

All I see is snakes up in my grass, they steady hissing

Yeah she wanna make another movie feel like vixen

If a bitch is broken it ain't my job to come fix it

Doubt I have to mention how I'm feeling different

If she wifey then I gotta go and get her inches

And she only dressing bougie love the retros and the foams

And I bet I'm spending money when she hit me on my phone

She hit me up please leave me alone

She ain't want me for my soul

I ain't wanna cop her Louis so she always called me broke

But when I ran up on a bag and I ain't never seen you since

Balling on a bag and now I'm bagging on a bitch

I know I can't cap I check the tag when I cop kicks

And she trying to make me drag but I can't clash with none my clique

Ran up a bag, ran up a bag, ran up a bag and ever since

And ain't look back and I move past and I ain't asking how you been

She look bad and she want that but I can't have her on my skin

When I get that it's just a check put 20 thou up in the tits

Closet mad it's throwing fits

Got her gagging on my dick

I won't relax I'm finna spazz when I get back up on my shit

And she down bad I need to split

she back down I'm finna slip

I just might crack I can not cap

I bet that now she got that grip