Closer to Me

New hoes

Nigga, I got new hoes, nigga

Yeah, new hoes, nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Young nigga, I got new money, I got new dough

I can't have no bitch like Juno, we kickin' judo

I just picked up on some new hoes from my new glow

Got a bitch and she a Mexican but not from Mexico

And I'm feelin' like I'm Michael Jackson, zips all in my jacket

And my side bitch live on 200, my other one on Babbitt

All them bitches wanted good dick and you know I keep 'em happy

And these niggas, they don't rap 'bout shit, they songs just be catchy

And I'm feelin' like I'm Chasi 'cause I got my bills up

I'll beat a nigga ass, I don't need no shooter

All these niggas is not shooters without a computer

Finessin', keep finessin' me, it's like teachin' tutors

All these niggas hate me, they don't even know me

Nigga, just want what you got is what my mama told me

It's some hoes who I ain't fuckin', I feel like they owe me

My ex callin' on my phone like she just want the old me (Damn)

Feel like death is gettin' closer to me

And all the hoes that I fuck, they want somethin' from me

All my old enemies tryna get closer to me

I opened up the wrong door, can you close it for me?

This my personality, I don't just act hard

I prayed to God last night and then I woke up charged

I just dropped a mixtape and then I woke up y'all

They wanna ride to the top but they gon' leave when you fall (Damn)

That shit right there is some shit (Ayy)

Nigga want beef 'bout a bitch (Ayy)

Nigga ain't die 'bout a bitch (Ayy)

Nigga fuck the beef and get rich (Ayy)

Damn and I'm back on my shit (Ayy)

Now that bitch back on my dick (Ayy)

I hit her best friend with the dick (Ayy)

She said she sick of my shit

Feel like death is gettin' closer to me

And all the hoes that I fuck, they want somethin' from me

And all my old enemies tryna get closer to me

I opened up the wrong door, can you close it for me?

Ayy, ayy, feel like death is gettin' closer to me

I love my father but my pistol was just closer to me

From in the trenches so Griselda was like Oprah to me

And every day we talkin' work, that meant the smokers to me, yeah yeah

While you was talkin' swag, we was out here chasin' bags

I would die for my squad, bitch I put that on my flag

Got the plug that's on the gas, this the best shit that you have

Met my cousin in the pen, his bitch just snuck it in her ass, damn

Don't get confused 'bout this rhymin'

Me and lil' cuz, we was slimin'

Nigga take you off your diamonds

Go to jail, don't get confinement

We got pistols in consignment

I hit the stand and start lyin'

You hit the stand and start singin'

Your bitch ass should've been quiet

Feel like death is gettin' closer to me

And all the hoes that I fuck, they want somethin' from me

And all my old enemies tryna get closer to me

I opened up the wrong door, can you close it for me?