close the door ft. coolitjp Lyrics

Yeah Yeah

I know that she with me Versace Alyx

Amiri jeans I want all the kills it's a killing-spree

I got so many bodies like I went on a killstreak

I know she got a body but I know that she from the streets

She sippin on Pink Whitney i'm sippin Triss

Yeah she sippin on pink whitney i'm sippin triss

I can't trust nobody but designer all on my body

Die by my side all hoes around me

I can't fold on no origami

Sometimes I feel like no one got me

Bloody dead man walking in the lobby

I'm Rick Owens stepping dead men walking in my pockets it's a hobby

Got a bad bitch do coke Whitney Bobby

Married to the game to myself like Rodman

Riding through Batman save the hood Robin

Running up another mil and I ain't even jogging

Keep fucking with the bird hoes I know they be flocking

Kick him in the dirt wonder if they ever found him

I'm the typa nigga that's gon fuck and bring ya mom out

Got her goin down south

That bitch gimme chin so I hit her with a roundhouse

In the bed sleep I don't hear nothing all I hear is sleep

Remember I had no hope feel like it was only me

And everybody act like they is team

Do you know how sick that makes me

They switching up like Mary Kate and Ashley

Can't even go out in public they harassing

Smoking on the Scooby Doo fucking on Daphne

Get the fuck up out my face don't even ask me

Fuck that bitch missing me she forever fasting

I'm needing you to suck me up thanks for asking

We don't even get along bitch still gassing

Climb another rank it's a test i'm passing

I don't even fuck with these niggas no actually

I three sixty pulling niggas cards contractually

I love BOA make another transaction

I be in a all white fucking in the back end

We dressing in all white in a black Benz

Two doves fly away and we matching

We light another blunt I put you in the past tense

She know I rock mad Rick we can go to Dallas

Take her out the country to a palace

I'm ready play ball now my shirt is palace

I'm sippin ona red ink out a fucking chalice

I wanna go to wonderland I see Alice

These bitches losing Sleep so I know she mad pissed

You say that you is real but I know you cappin

This pussy nigga lost think you need another map kid

I'm hangin with the templars like assassins

These niggas saving hoes you don't even know where that been

Ain't seeing where I go cuz i'm in a black tint

Ugh

Ugh

Still sippin Trissy wonder if you with me

Say you're with me