Closed Curtains lyrics

[Intro: BlueBucksClan DJ]
I'm a fly n*gga, this sh*t easy (Better check your resource)
I got b*tches cryin', tellin' me they need me (Folie got me actin' different)
New b*tch head fire, pus*y Fiji
Walkin' in the store, yeah, told 'em bleed me (Ayo, stop playin' with 'em, Mook, drop that sh*t)

[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Gettin' dressed in Fendi, walkin' out like they stabbed me (Like they stabbed me)
I just told the b*tch of your dreams she can't have me (You can't have me)
I just told a b*tch, "b*tch, my b*tch here, don't grab me" (b*tch, my b*tch here)
I just told security, yeah, it's sticks here, don't pat me
Exotic smoke all I'm lightin', you can't match me (You can't match)
My b*tch bad, her waist snatched, she drink flat tea
Big Rolls, n*ggas fightin' for the backseat (Fightin' for the back)
Scorin' every time I touch it, check the stat sheet (Check the stats)
Ever catch me with a weak b*tch, slap me (Yeah, slap me)
If I'm dozin' off the juice, yeah, just tap me (Just tap me)

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
If you see me with a bum b*tch, attack me (n*gga, slam me)
Catch me with the baddest b*tch, yeah, exactly (What you thought?)
Twenty b*tches lock me up, b*tch, I'm Ramsey (Yeah, I'm Ramsey)
I remember breakin' down in that Camry (In that Camry)
Now I'm f*ckin' bad b*tches in that Lammy (Lamborghini)
BlueBucks, we deserve to win a Grammy (Deserve to win a Grammy)
f*ckin' all these b*tches, this sh*t easy, I don't try hard (Nah)
n*gga, pay attention, there's like fifty in this Goyard (Fifty)
Gettin' dressed in Gucci, workers tellin' me, "That's so hard" (Hard)
b*tch caught me cheatin' and she left, damn, I'm so scarred
I remember payin' for my food with a lunch card
Now I got a chef, ask that n*gga when the brunch start
n*ggas pullin' up in bullsh*t, it's a junkyard
[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Clan pullin' up, yeah, b*tch, now the fun start (Yeah, b*tch)
Police just came, we got hoes still comin' (Still comin')
Yeah, I like your face, but I ain't tryna build nothin' (Build nothin')
b*tch, this ain't no Airbnb, don't steal nothin' (Don't steal nothin')
All these f*ckin' F's on me, think I feel somethin' (I feel somethin')
Bleedin' out the Fendi store like I killed somethin' (Bleedin' out the Fendi store)
Lyin' to this b*tch, sayin' I'm for real comin' (Lyin' to this b*tch)
Tweakin' in the mansion, thinkin' I was hearin' somethin' (Yeah, I'm trippin')

[Verse 4: Jeeezy]
f*ckin' n*ggas' hoes, I got a highlight reel comin'
Trippin' on a waitress, b*tch, when my meal comin'?
I just hit his b*tch, but he a ho, he still subbin'
Yeah, I'm on the rise, feel like Tommy, b*tch, I'm krumpin'
Orange Alexanders like I'm steppin' on a pumpkin
Mr. Fundamental with the hoes, I'm Tim Duncan
Any n*gga disrespect the Clan, he get punished
I just booked a room at The Cotton out in London

[Outro: BlueBucksClan DJ]
I just seen a Goyard store, now I'm runnin'