Closed Case - MC Trusty

Chino (okay) Let the Bandplay Yeah (uh), yeah (uh) Yeah (uh), yeah (uh), yeah (uh) Ayy, it's kinda cold over here, throw me that jacket (yeah) Went from sleeping on the floor Now my jewelry box froze Fuck a boat, fuck a store Counted millions in a coat Bad bitch, booty swole Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed Buss it down with the bros Put that up, go get some more Selling bags out the backdoor (shh) Keep that on the low Bad bitch, booty swole Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed King shit, I rock gold Who is this? Come get yo' hoe Hop off my dick, this bitch annoying It's M.O.B., I need my coins This .223 inside the foreign Fold a nigga like some laundry Money coming, money going I get it in, Monday to Monday With the carbon on the drum I spin the block and have you running Yup, I'm the number one stunner Got good credit, use cash money (dough) Ayy, shoutout to God, even though I had slept on the floor My racks very large, shit, 'cause niggas, I got antidote Yeah, you don't want antidote It's Glizzock, I got plenty smoke I smashed her on the first night She like, "Boy, you unforgettable" I told her, "No relations, I'm a player, I'm a jiggalo" I'm sipping on some Barney and I'm rollin' up some Piccolo Lil Wook bettin' ten and four And I bet I can hit your hoe I just bought a Richard Mille I could've went and bought a Ghost Yeah, I just spent a lotta money 'Bout to make a lotta more Yeah, I just woke up in a mansion Nigga, you know that I Went from sleeping on the floor Now my jewelry box froze Fuck a boat, fuck a store Counted millions in a coat (yeah) Bad bitch, booty swole Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed Buss it down with the bros Put that up, go get some more Selling bags out the backdoor (shh) Keep that on the low (be quiet) Bad bitch, booty swole Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed She took her a trip just to go see Dr. Miami (whoa) He ran his racks up and took him a trip out to Cali' (uh) I seen that new coupe, said instantly, "I gotta have it" (gimme that) I asked, "Who that pussy belong to?" She said fuck him, I can have it (yup) Bitch been talkin' for 20 minutes Talkin' 'bout she the baddest (okay) Bitch, I just got this new load Now I need somewhere to stash it (for real, though) Talking all that boss bitch shit, hoe You just need a real nigga to smash it (hold up, huh-huh) I just turned a bad bitch to a ratchet (woo) I put VS stones in my glasses Stuffed a quarter mill' and 20s in a mattress (trap) It used to be who get the bum out the fastest (trap) Now a nigga make millions off adlibs (yeah, yeah) My niggas and 'em, they pop 30's like Advils (yeah, yeah) Shoutout to my nigga, show he's mad real (Queens) Might drop a country album and buy a mansion in Nashville (uh-huh) Yeah, you heard me, stupid ass niggas, Nashville Went from sleeping on the floor Now my jewelry box froze Fuck a boat, fuck a store Counted millions in a coat Bad bitch, booty swole Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed Buss it down with the bros Put that up, go get some more Selling bags out the backdoor (shh) Keep that on the low Bad bitch, booty swole Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed

Rocktee 'bout to run it up War zone, tell them pussy niggas lay low I got me some shooters in the cut, they love Dracos And it ain't no question, they gon' move when I say so Face shot, bitch, we tryna leave the case closed One drop, but it feel like I need eight more I got plenty money but I like to make more Spoil the bitch, so she hate it when I say no Ain't got time for that shit, I swear I hate hoes Had to fall back from the bullshit and get straight to dough Yeah, I used to be a local, now I'm 'cross the globe All these boogers in my jewelry like a snotty nose Bitch looked at me and was shocked like she just saw a ghost Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my toes Yeah, they speakin' on my name but they don't really know Bitch, I really mean business, fuck what you was told Out of line, and you gotta get hit with the pole Pressure comin' my direction and I never fold Pussy boy, you better not play, gon' leave your face swole Never change on who I love 'cause they was there the most Heart cold, that's the reason I don't trust a soul War zone, tell them pussy niggas lay low I got me some shooters in the cut, they love Dracos And it ain't no question, they gon' move when I say so Face shot, bitch, we tryna leave the case closed One drop, but it feel like I need eight more I got plenty money but I like to make more Spoil the bitch, so she hate it when I say no Ain't got time for that shit, I swear I hate hoes I swear I hate hoes Hate it when I say no Tryna leave the case closed Bitch, we love them Dracos Grah, baow, case closed Bitch, we gon' leave your face swole 23 shit, we on go Rocktee 'bout to run it up

We've wanted to be Trusty and true But feathers fell from our wings And we've wanted to be Worthy of you But weather rained on our dreams And we can't take back what is done, what is past So fellas, lay down your fears 'Cause we can't take back what is done, what is past So let us start from here We never wanted to be Lusty or lewd Nor tethered to prudish strings And we never wanted to be Jealously tuned Nor withered into ugly things But we can't take back what is done, what is past So fellas, lay down your spears 'Cause we can't take back what is done, what is past So let us start from here And if all that you are is not all you desire, then come Come, come alone Come with fear, come with love Come however you are Just come, come alone Come with friends, come with faults Come however you are Just come, come alone Come with me, and let go Come however you are Just come, come alone Come so carefully close Come however you are Just come Come, come alone Como with sorrows and songs Come however you are Just come, come alone Come with yourself below Come however you are Just come