Lips Closed (Featuring Roddy Ricch)

Текст песни Cash Gotti - Lips Closed (Featuring Roddy Ricch)

Better keep your lips closed
Better keep your lips closed
Ross keep making hits

Better keep your lips closed
We don't miss no
With the pistol
Let my wrist roll on 'em
I done kick doors
I done whip fours
Let that bitch go
Phantom whip rose on 'em

These niggas nothing like me
Thumbing like me
Take loss, bounce back
And stay a hunnid like me
I put the bag on my bitch
And now she stunning like me
A dirty bag on the block
And keep a hunnid OT

And it was me and all the dawgs in a huddle
Can't believe that homie told dawg need a muzzle
Issa little different when you coming from the struggle
Forever humble, I really grew up in the jungle

And my whole hood praying that we win though
Couple millies, everybody hopping outta Benzos
Still I keep a ski mask
Free bands feel like free cash
Now I do the Dolce and Gabbana
Drop topping when I breeze past

Better keep your lips closed
We don't miss no
With the pistol
Let my wrist roll on 'em
I done kick doors
I done whip fours
Let that bitch go
Phantom whip rose on 'em

Keep your lips closed
We don't miss no
With the pistol
Let my wrist roll on 'em
I done kick doors
I done whip fours
Let that bitch go
Phantom whip rose on 'em

I was 17 in the project when I was whipping the rolls
I was 16, hit my first lick and I was kicking in doors
Put that water on my Rollie and my wrist damn near froze
'Cause these streets so cold

Gotta watch where you stepping
Sipping this codeine for my problems that my medicine
I be whipping this white ghost from God, that shit was Heaven sent
Bad bitches with me, I keep diamonds on they melanin
Cash out on the Louis V sneakers
Nigga, I got seven of them

Nigga, I been balling in and out of season
I was in a jail cell
Now I'm overseas again
Cop the new Richard Millie for rich nigga reasoning
I got a lot of sauce nigga, I been selling seasoning

Better keep your lips closed
We don't miss no
With the pistol
Let my wrist roll on 'em
I done kick doors
I done whip fours
Let that bitch go
Phantom whip rose on 'em

Keep your lips closed
We don't miss no
With the pistol
Let my wrist roll on 'em
I done kick doors
I done whip fours
Let that bitch go
Phantom whip rose on 'em