Closed Case Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Verse 1: YoungBoy]
Look, I heard these broke boys all hungry and ain't eaten, n¡ɡɡα
I heard these rap n¡ɡɡαѕ hating on me and wan' be me, n¡ɡɡα
The FBI had took me down, they ain't wan' free me
Say I'm the reason who behind the killing season

[Chorus: YoungBoy]
Helicopter on top me, I get gone, I'm not slowing down
Left his partner, ain't try to pick him up, he got gunned down
ρμѕѕy n¡ɡɡαѕ be dissin', gon' get bust, what the fμcκ wrong?
High as hell and I'm staying fresh as fμcκ 'cause my money long
I got a direction with this ѕh¡t, I want real estate
I say better not test me in this b¡tch, what them killers say?
4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, spray inside this place (Grr)
Shoot the K, up your ѕh¡t too late, gon' fμcκ¡ng die today

[Verse 2: YoungBoy]
Claiming that he know me, but I know where this ρμѕѕy stay
Come out late (Uh), closed case (B¡tch)
Youngin with that switch, he let off rounds, ain't got no ...?
Blicky jammed, blicky jammed, oh ѕh¡t, oh ѕh¡t
Shorty say that she just can't leave me 'lone, wit' her fat αѕѕ
Need a sicker lab inside my home, 'cause I'm Batman
They know I can keep chains, bussed down hang on my pants
Body hitter, Patek no buss down, you knock off that man
Who walk in that b¡tch on money ѕh¡t? like Rue SanTan
Who they know stay on that dummy ѕh¡t? like a madman
B¡tch, I built a jail out like I'm Pablo, just 'cause I can
B¡tch, they know Ben 10 young Gustavo, that's my right hand

[Chorus: YoungBoy]
Helicopter on top me, I get gone, I'm not slowing down
Left his partner, ain't try to pick him up, he got gunned down
ρμѕѕy n¡ɡɡαѕ be dissin', gon' get bust, what the fμcκ wrong?
High as hell and I'm staying fresh as fμcκ 'cause my money long
I got a direction with this ѕh¡t, I want real estate
I say better not test me in this b¡tch, what them killers say?
4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, spray inside this place
Shoot the K, up your ѕh¡t too late, gon' fμcκ¡ng die today

[Verse 3: YoungBoy]
Diamond rings, RM, and diamond chains put on top my wife
Making sure this ѕh¡t ain't never going wrong, 'cause my life ain't right
Down bad, I'ma take your stripes, buy a Cat and erase the stripes
Burn 'em all, know the b¡tch ain't right, knock 'em off, I fμcκ¡ng might
Slang the steel, better shoot to kill, fμcκ up that's your last night
Bop-bop, get your mans right, two hands and I stand tight
Doing some dumb αѕѕ ѕh¡t, getting on this b¡tch about that fμcκ¡ng hype
I support this b¡tch, smoke nothing but spliff, just like a fμcκ¡n hype
I don't put up with ѕh¡t, switch out you quick, you want that? do it right
I ain't that type of man, soon something go down it gotta go wrong
Law won't find out ѕh¡t, except this hit and you go do it right
I'ma accept half of this bag, I got stolos and supply chrome

[Chorus: YoungBoy]
Helicopter on top me, I get gone, I'm not slowing down
Left his partner, ain't try to pick him up, he got gunned down
ρμѕѕy n¡ɡɡαѕ be dissin', gon' get bust, what the fμcκ wrong?
High as hell and I'm staying fresh as fμcκ 'cause my money long
I got a direction with this ѕh¡t, I want real estate
I say better not test me in this b¡tch, what them killers say?
4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, spray inside this place
Shoot the K, up your ѕh¡t too late, gon' fμcκ¡ng die today