CLOSURE! ft. $cotty Lyrics

Like Young Baklava

Except I ain't fat the only thing I eat is tomahawks

I'm 5 foot 7 looking down on ya

She come back to me cuz she like the way I wear my Yamaka

Flip the table at the diner

Cause a riot

Cuz that bitch said I don't look like I celebrate Channukah

Oh my god

Shopping Soho

Light three bands on a Prada jacket

Roadman step to me his mom's gon' see him in a casket

8:12 in the morning cold start on the automatic

Crying in the store

Stop it with the bullshit!

Pull the card out she should know this shit is automatic

These fucking bars are too elaborate

Too motherfucking fly in this brand new Kapital jacket

Never looking at price tags

If she want it then she gotta have it

(And I'll take your bitch shopping too while I'm at it)

(TOB! take the mic I can't do this shit)

(Haha, that's why you went first bruh)

Give a fuck about your birthday (nah)

I don't remember my last birthday (nah)

I don't remember twenty deep

When she tried to hop the sheets

And she knew I was hurting

I'm wearing Dior better choose one

Don't tell me how to operate I'll bruise ya

Not much to my name (NO!)

Except some roaches and some change

I've had better days

Under trees block the sun

That's some better shade

She said I told her wrong

Nah that's just shade

She said she don't want none

Until I get paid

Until I get laid

I'm running through my pockets like it's Bricklane

Need to pull up

Hit a pump fake

No knife inside the purse

It's not a skin fade

I need high fade

Just to fit in

So then pour me up

We winning

(Hey come here, come here, come here, come here)

Gather round

Spin in

I don't got nothing to my name man

You can have it

Paid six dollars for that chain man

I didn't pay a cent for that ring man

Was walking 'round the store

Gone it went

Like the Blazers

My cousin pick his hair

Like the pockets that you fear

(Beware, beware)

Call him the 1%

And I'm no architect

But if my body's money

I'll be richer than a start-up tech

(I'll be rich!)

Black diamonds hanging from my neck

Put your money where your mouth is

If you're asking for respect

Drop ten bands in Selfridges

New Gucci for the chest

Tob this shit making me upset

How this a fucking argument

Me and Scott had to snap just to settle this

Me and Dodge had to fight just to mix some shit

Me and K had to sing just to drop some shit

I'm out here breaking genres with a sledgehammer

Always asking what I make

I let the music speak and take over

I let the music run my brain over

Let it switch like I'm bipolar

That's the only real closer

(That's real)

(That's the only real closure)

(That's the only real closure...)