"Closure Freestyle" lyrics

Dee Mula
Ah, ah
I did freestyle shit, my ni', this shit off the dome
You know what I'm talking about?
And this the last song on the tape
You know what I'm saying?
I'ma call this 'Closure Freestyle'
You know what I'm talking about?
Alright, hey

If he ain't caught a body, can't be around me
You don't know how it feel to knock a nigga down
I was 16 with a Glock-19
Nigga come through playing, get kicked out of town
I'm sorry, I done broke a lot of bitches hearts
I done took a lot of nigga cars
Nigga acting like he hard, whip a nigga in his yard
He fake as hell, fraud (whew, whew, whew, whew)

Switch going off trying to hit some, bullets just flame
Nigga couldn't duck the name
I ain't trying to lay up and kiss you, bitch, I'm a dog
I'm worth some bullets, your nigga a shih tzu
I ain't tripping about shit you do
Just call when you free, I'ma knock the pussy good
Let's go (uh, prank on whew)
Valet when I park
I'm walking straight through the view
Don't reach for the chain, I'ma come off the hip and empty the clip

I'm fresh to death, bitch, I'm casket sharp
Told Bae I get her a plastic job
Her booty big and it's perfect
I'm still in the hood eating Cursory
I thought they was fucking with me, they ain't fucking with me
Stuck a pin with me, that's crazy
I thought he was getting money, he ain't getting none
He be sitting around, that's lazy

I'm the one with that rocket, Tracy
He was out of bounds lacking, his pants down
He just got a call that his man down
I'm the best shooter, I hold your hands down
Nigga say he gon' snatch my chain, I'ma step back, bust his brain
Bitch told me to eat her pussy, I don't get that ho, just call me lion
Bitch, I am a real P, my daddy them feel me
I be having two, three bitches in one house, my bitch gon' kill me

Cut the track out, let the car do skrrt
Hit them with the Drac' one time, nigga, turn up
Keep your mask on 'cause a nigga try to sni'
Thank his lacking, gat to treat me like a bitch (bitch)
Guess what? I'm back, ho
I, I, came in through the back door
She bend over, get back shots
He ain't gon' shoot, he just act hot (haha)

He ain't told me go in, I'm ambitious, don't stop frrt
What you waiting on? Just go drop that flew
I'm in LA just looking at the view
Six in the game, Dee Mula the flu (uh, uh)
Why these niggas mad? Huh?
'Cause I got a bag? Huh?
And I really ain't got no manager
Just capping to sitting on they ass? Huh?

They done let me in the game, I just shot me a three
I'ma spin that shit, I ain't cheating (let's go)
This shit ain't running out, I got like 60 thou' on me
This bitch booty so big and juicy, so icy like I signed with Gucci
Badass like I grew up with Boosie
See how it go, stuff her coochie

I ain't doing no more playing
I'm back walking up with my gun in my hand
I'm back fucking niggas hos, getting them mad
I ain't trying to keep them around, they hos train
Ain't none like these niggas, they tender and pussy
Button on the Glock with a 50
Funny, rap don't work in the back, hoodies
Beat up the trap like a motherfucking bully

Your bad! (Whew, whew, whew, whew)
Mm
(Ayo Cash, you did it with this one)