Closer - Delta Arthur

Bitch I keep that pack in my closet

Closing deals, call me closer

Bitch I keep that strap in my glovebox

Never know where those opps come from

Acid on my tongue

We be wildin in the streets

When we shoot we never miss

Mist in my lungs

Wrist twistin — did it once

If you hate you’ll bleed from dirty mouth

Got no faith in the god

Got more faith in my gun

50 shots and I’m drunk

50 shots in my drum

50 thots wanna fuck

I ain’t done with them yet

Throw a party at the crib

Call the plug for some help

Yeah you know I gotta grind

Yeah I gotta make me money

Yeah success is on my mind

I’m addicted, ain’t no junkie

I get paid, I get laid

She wants back, but it’s too late

Cut the bullshit from the past

All this fake shit will get no pass

Delta

Fuk those haters talkin bout

Aye nobody give a fuck about this shit

I need top top

Parking, it’s my top spot

She can stop stop

But she ain’t gone stop stop

Fuck a cop, cop

Need to drop a lot, lot

Drop a top, top

Watch how we grow up, up

Closer, gotta be closer

Bitchi, you gotta be closer

Gotta be closer

Baby just don’t turn your nose up

Gotta be closer

Bitchi, you gotta be closer

Gotta be closer

Bitchi you gotta be closer

Feeling like I’m dolphin, I just wanna hug and kiss

Wavy got that ocean, and I’m glistening on them fiends

It’s salable shit, but you broke and won’t be rich

Sick, got no problems when you ain’t got no shit

Daddi on call, Daddi prepared and I’m ready to ball, ballin' like «uh»

Not scared of a fall, couse fallin' on top it’s painful at all, fallin' like

«uh»

Bitch, Imma Dog, bitch, I’m ill, moshpit on my show, I’m ready to blow,

and I’m ready to kill

Ready to call, Daddi in deal, ready to ball

Wanna flexing over me?

You on the dole

And I’m still in full control, on my own