BlueBucksClan - Closed Curtains lyrics

I'm a fly nigga, this shit easy
(Better check your resource)
I got bitches cryin'
Tellin' me they need me
(Folie got me actin' different)
New bitch head fire, pussy Fiji
Walkin' in the store, yeah
Told 'em bleed me
(Ayo, stop playin' with 'em, Mook
Drop that shit)

Gettin' dressed in Fendi
Walkin' out like they stabbed me
(Like they stabbed me)
I just told the bitch of your
Dreams she can't have me
(You can't have me)
I just told a bitch, "Bitch, my bitch here
Don't grab me" (Bitch, my bitch 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 bitch bad, her waist snatched
She drink flat tea
Big Rolls, niggas 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 bitch, slap me
(yeah, slap me)
If I'm dozin' off the juice, yeah
Just tap me (Just tap me)

If you see me with a bum bitch, attack me
(Nigga, slam me)
Catch me with the baddest bitch, yeah
Exactly (What you thought?)
Twenty bitches lock me up, bitch, I'm Ramsey
(yeah, I'm Ramsey)
I remember breakin' down in that Camry
(In that Camry)
Now I'm fuckin' bad bitches in that Lammy
(Lamborghini)
BlueBucks, we deserve to win a Grammy
(Deserve to win a Grammy)
Fuckin' all these bitches, this shit easy
I don't try hard (Nah)
Nigga, pay attention
There's like fifty in this Goyard (Fifty)
Gettin' dressed in Gucci
Workers tellin' me, "That's so hard"
(Hard)
Bitch 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 nigga when the brunch start
Niggas pullin' up in bullshit
It's a junkyard

Clan pullin' up, yeah, bitch
Now the fun start (yeah, bitch)
Police just came, we got hoes still comin'
(Still comin') yeah, I like your face
But I ain't tryna build nothin'
(Build nothin')
Bitch, this ain't no Airbnb
Don't steal nothin'
(Don't steal nothin')
All these fuckin' 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 bitch
Sayin' I'm for real comin'
(Lyin' to this bitch)
Tweakin' in the mansion
Thinkin' I was hearin' somethin'
(yeah, I'm trippin')

Fuckin' niggas' hoes
I got a highlight reel comin'
Trippin' on a waitress, bitch
When my meal comin'?
I just hit his bitch, but he a ho
He still subbin' yeah, I'm on the rise
Feel like Tommy, bitch, i'm krumpin'
Orange Alexanders like I'm steppin'
On a pumpkin
Mr fundamental with the hoes, I'm Tim Duncan
Any nigga disrespect the Clan
He get punished i just booked a room at
The Cotton out in London

I just seen a Goyard store, now I'm runnin'