album cover
artist
ThaRealTinnyy
Closed Chapter
21
Hip-Hop/Rap
Closed Chapter è stato pubblicato il 2 settembre 2024 da Neva Forget Royalty LLC come parte dell'album Everything Authentic
album cover
AlbumEverything Authentic
Data di uscita2 settembre 2024
EtichettaNeva Forget Royalty LLC
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM80

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ThaRealTinnyy
ThaRealTinnyy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ThaRealTinnyy
ThaRealTinnyy
Lyrics

Testi

This is the mob
This shit was built up from hard work
You got it different from all the rest
Ranged out with suckas from step
Overcame every opps
Listened to his pops
Stopping his ears up so the game of games was stuck in his throat
Knowing the difference from difference
Reppin' his section, stayin' true to himself
When other motherfuckers was tryna knock him off his piffle
Shit in order now, loads comin' in and goin' out
Red doin' what it does and that's addin' up
Man, show them bitch ass **** how you coming, man
Fuck all that long little sticks
Real China doesn't mean he small
Everything came out my nutsack lil' Johnny
I'm not going to hold y'all up
Look, look, fuck the critics, they can say I'm pussy
They mad I got my shit together and I'm moving better
Fuck them ****, they can keep on looking
Wait, jump wrong, get out your body, that's on you, little fella
My skills up, I swear I shoot it better
Don't got no pics, we fuck over whoever
Just like some dope, you know we gotta stretch'em
Like a book, we gotta close this chapter
**** snakes, and they scared, I can't link up with no rapper
Hold that switch tight, it's static, 'cause that bitch shootin' it fast
Fake pace, how they gon' get me? I just sit back and be last
Stuffed the opps up in the grabber, put 'em all up in that bitch
They got me coughin' and shit, F-E Brohead almost had 'em
Talkin' and walkin' ain't even got no pedals
To this shit you know is levels, you bitches better be careful
Tradin' peas for metal, catch a place on my schedule
Come get your two-for-eleven, nothin' lesser
I could pack a good, that's understood and send it like a letter
I be in the hood, you know it's good, pull up if I let ya
Residue still on the scale, told my play, give me a second
Bitch, I'm ballin', now you play with me, I step in Polo tees
Shot callin', bro got .223s and rep when **** leave
I ballin', fucked around and gave myself too much weed
I balled it, everything I got, I don't do the least
I'm with the sheets just like sticks, I'll flash out in a minute
Got no pics, you **** bitches, any one of y'all could get it
Tryna show 'em, brother drop like 39 shots out of 50
He was trollin', but ain't blow as pooch, tried to leave him shitty
Look, fuck the critics, they can say I'm pussy
They mad I got my shit together, and I'm moving better
Fuck them ****, they can keep on looking
What? Jump wrong, get out your body, that's on you, little fella
My skills up, I swear, I shoot it better
Don't got no pics, we fuck over whoever
Just like some dope, you know we gotta stretch 'em
Like a book, we gotta close this chapter (close that bitch quick)
Written by: ThaRealTinnyy

Footer Shazam

Seleziona lingua:

Azienda

Legale

Google Play Store
Apple App Store
Chrome Web Store
Galaxy Store

Seguici

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. e società affiliate | Responsabilità del fornitore
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...