The Closure - Young Chris

Out on the strip with no fear

You niggas wouldn’t come near

Been in this bitch for some years

New niggas couldn’t compare

K47 in possession

Shit that’ll knock down a bear

Ringing their bell we be giving them hell

If catch them in jail you’ll get knocked into

Big bulldog with a clutch

How a nigga feeling when the trust gone

Can’t get caught up with the hands

Man you niggas better watch what you puff on

When that shit start hopping out the AK

Niggas taking shit down nigga mayday

Man I hop on these beats for my dawgs in the streets

To the cells I’mma send them that J pay

Big bank roll in my cargos

Ride fleet ship looking like a car show

hit the streets nigga shining

Forty four millimeter no diamonds

fly shit with my espy

Gold buckle all on my Giuseppes

Brought the whole crew down to fountain blue

You better hide your boo we on them jet skis

Stay above water, rich like Porter

A nigga dial him for the quarter

Can’t come short got to have every penny straight cause every dollar for my

daughter

I’m at the border main for my snorter mains I take a trip out to Florida

A couple gallons main of that main water

Young nigga on so they want to fuck now

Get a new watch get this shit busted down

Out in California fucking with Jaccpot

Got a couple zips so a nigga touchdown

See who tough now when them niggas rush down

And kick in your door bitch you better hush down

Bitch I keep my shit loaded up with enough rounds

I put on for my city I rep for my town

We gon' lay them niggas down main

Down main, got an ak and a four pound main

on the beach a whole quarter in the streets

Got a judge take your life sit 'em down main

Can’t stop won’t stop get down main

We don’t love these hoes we love the pound main

We like Snoop and Daz we like to rough it up, trying to fuck us up right now

main

Where them hoes at, bring them girls in

If she fucking the world cause she fucking it up with her girlfriends

Crack that 'tron open, you got weed then curl it then

I got Hennessy I got plenty weed a nigga drunk as fuck and I’m in them trees

I got a drumstick hanging out the oozie

Get you pussy niggas wetter than Jacuzzi

I got extra clips for the extra scrips and finna check the strip and make a

movie

Cold lawyer just to bump the case

Cartridges for more coffin space

Forensic files more caution tape

Hold you niggas down take it off the waist murder murder

Murder swear its murder when we catch them

Got them choppers coppers and I’m running down

Murder I swear to God I want revenge

And I won’t rest until they dead I put this shit on all my friends