Closer lyrics

[Intro: MondreMAN]
Yeah, yeah, Joe S what's happening
100s I see you my n*gga

[Hook: MondreMAN] (x2)
Smoking on my reefer
It's cloudy I can't see ya
So come a little closer
Come a little closer

[Verse 1: MondreMAN]
[?] in my back pocket, next to my green rag
Green on my n*gga, you know how we be rocking
I need a Green Ova shorty that can get it popping
Triple stack of the Molly baby get it popping
On tour, all my n*ggas [?]
North Carolina got the young hoes bopping
My n*gga Tracks Marine said he think he spot 'em
Call me Grabba-Grabba cause you know I got 'em
And we ride and we smoking on doja
This Internet got me b*tches and exposure
Backstage hella crowdy, come closer
My n*gga brought her here, but now I'm on her
She loves the crew, so baby what it do?
If they f*ck with me, then I f*ck with you
I'm just trying to get a nut off and a buck or two
Then dip off through the night is what a hustler do
[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 2: 100s]
Throw hands when you're with your n*ggas
Shots when you're with your kids
So get the lids, 100s is in this b*tch taking bids
I just might let her know
Versace with my cousin Mondre, n*gga there it go
Young b*tch says she's trying to ride me
My di*k got a drinking age, let me see your ID
Come a little closer so I can spit it colder
f*ck with the [?] and the Green Ova
Light my sh*t, never bite my sh*t
Said her jaw's getting locked up
So the drip she coughed up
Game recognize me, ice cold term, ho
Underweight n*gga with the ice cold perm, ho
Let a n*gga breathe man, give me about five minutes
No True Hollywood stay up out of my business

[Bridge: MondreMAN]
Hit me on the beeper
Then I might come and see ya

[Hook] (x2)