Key Glock - Case Closed lyrics

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Key Glock - Case Closed lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph] 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 [Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock] Went from sleeping on the floor Now my jewelry box froze fu*k a boat, fu*k a store Counted millions in a coat Bad b*tch, 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 mo' Selling bags out the backdoor (shh) Keep that on the low Bad b*tch, booty swole Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed (woah, woah) [Verse 1: Key Glock] King sh*t, I rock gold Who is this? Come get your ho' Hop off my dick, this b*tch annoying This M.O.B., I need my coins .223 inside the foreign Fold a ni**a like some laundry Money coming, money going I get it in, Monday to Monday With the carbon on the drum 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, sh*t ‘cuz, ni**as, 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 fo' And I bet I can hit your ho' I just bought a Richard Mille I coulda went and bought a Ghost Yeah, I just spent a lotta money Boutta make a lotta mo' Yeah, I just woke up in a mansion ni**a, you know that I work [Chorus: Young Dolph] Went from sleeping on the floor Now my jewelry box froze fu*k a boat, fu*k a store Counted millions in a coat (yeah) Bad b*tch, 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 mo' Selling bags out the backdoor (shh) Keep that on the low (be quiet) Bad b*tch, booty swole Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed [Verse 2: Young Dolph] She took her trip just to go see Dr. Miami (woah) 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 where that pussy belong to She said fu*k him, I can have it (yup) b*tch been talkin' for twenty minutes Talkin' 'bout she the baddest (okay) b*tch, I just got this new load Now I need somewhere to stash it (for real, though) Talking all that boss b*tch sh*t, ho' You just need a real ni**a to smash it (hold up, huh) I just turned a bad b*tch to a ratchet (woo) I put VS stones in my glasses Stuffed a quarter mill' and twenties in a mattress (trap) It used to be who get the arm up the fastest (trap) Now a ni**a make millions off of adlibs (yeah, yeah) My ni**as and 'em pop 30's like Advils (yeah, yeah) Shoutout to my ni**a, 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 ni**as Nashville [Chorus: Young Dolph] Went from sleeping on the floor Now my jewelry box froze fu*k a boat, fu*k a store Counted millions in a coat Bad b*tch, 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 mo' Selling bags out the backdoor (shh) Keep that on the low Bad b*tch, booty swole Got her on bankroll Can't fold, that's a no Headshot, case closed