Closer - 100s, Mondre MAN

Smoking on my reefer

It’s cloudy I can’t see ya

So come a little closer

Come a little closer

in my back pocket, next to my green rag

Green on my nigga, 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 niggas

North Carolina got the young hoes bopping

My nigga 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 bitches and exposure

Backstage hella crowdy, come closer

My nigga brought her here, but now I’m on her

She loves the crew, so baby what it do?

If they fuck with me, then I fuck 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

Throw hands when you’re with your niggas

Shots when you’re with your kids

So get the lids, 100s is in this bitch taking bids

I just might let her know

Versace with my cousin Mondre, nigga there it go

Young bitch says she’s trying to ride me

My dick got a drinking age, let me see your ID

Come a little closer so I can spit it colder

Fuck with the and the Green Ova

Light my shit, never bite my shit

Said her jaw’s getting locked up

So the drip she coughed up

Game recognize me, ice cold term, ho

Underweight nigga with the ice cold perm, ho

Let a nigga breathe man, give me about five minutes

No True Hollywood stay up out of my business

Hit me on the beeper

Then I might come and see ya