"Case Closed" lyrics
(Keep that shit low-key Tae)
Let's go
The whip tinted, slide through they block, they can't
The, yeah
The whip tinted, slide through they
The whip tinted, we slide through they block, they unaware
I spent a thousand just on clothes, still can't figure out what to wear
Summer time I play the coupe, roll down the windows, get some air
I'm rollin' za and pourin' juice, these Louis 900 a pair
He might be fed, he in cahoots, look how he carry his self
He wanna beef, nigga might as well just bury his self
My natural leaf got 5 grams, you probably rollin' up skimp
I hit the bitch she said I'm him, already knowin' I'm him
They found me somewhere in the dirt and pulled out a gem
I took a L, I took a L before the letter M
A dicky fit in Louis timbs, these ain't the regular ones
Was bustin' juggs and robbin' niggas wit' a tether on
Walk in the club and throw like 10, I turned the weather on
He doin' all that tough shit on Instagram, he scary though
I'm hittin' this hoe, she lettin' me send bowls to her area code
My bitch goin' but I wasn't even hip she was a fairy though
Get a bowl and bust it open, smell test
I'ma be 80 countin' dog shit while I'm on bedrest
I was like 12, I had 30 racks before I had sex
I'm makin' sales, don't call my phone if you ain't coppin' sum' next
Put on my ski, got 20 racks inside a Nike Tech
He missed his shot like Angel Reese and got his nugget tapped
I'm pullin' too much out the bank, they bringin' bubble wrap
Don't bring yo' bitch around 'cause it's a chance I end up fuckin' that
If she answer my DM, it's a closed case
Let's go
The whip tinted, slide through they block, they can't
The, yeah
The whip tinted, slide through they
The whip tinted, we slide through they block, they unaware
I spent a thousand just on clothes, still can't figure out what to wear
Summer time I play the coupe, roll down the windows, get some air
I'm rollin' za and pourin' juice, these Louis 900 a pair
He might be fed, he in cahoots, look how he carry his self
He wanna beef, nigga might as well just bury his self
My natural leaf got 5 grams, you probably rollin' up skimp
I hit the bitch she said I'm him, already knowin' I'm him
They found me somewhere in the dirt and pulled out a gem
I took a L, I took a L before the letter M
A dicky fit in Louis timbs, these ain't the regular ones
Was bustin' juggs and robbin' niggas wit' a tether on
Walk in the club and throw like 10, I turned the weather on
He doin' all that tough shit on Instagram, he scary though
I'm hittin' this hoe, she lettin' me send bowls to her area code
My bitch goin' but I wasn't even hip she was a fairy though
Get a bowl and bust it open, smell test
I'ma be 80 countin' dog shit while I'm on bedrest
I was like 12, I had 30 racks before I had sex
I'm makin' sales, don't call my phone if you ain't coppin' sum' next
Put on my ski, got 20 racks inside a Nike Tech
He missed his shot like Angel Reese and got his nugget tapped
I'm pullin' too much out the bank, they bringin' bubble wrap
Don't bring yo' bitch around 'cause it's a chance I end up fuckin' that
If she answer my DM, it's a closed case
