Tape Closed ft. Young Truph Lyrics

Moovy mode, I got the vibes to feed the soul

Thank God for blessings, I know the reaper

close

Let em know this ain't a outro to take close

I be looking for reasons to give em all the smoke

Let em know, necks low, no safe zone it ain't nun to call ya, should probably

hit your phone

Take my kindness for crazy, that made the

grudges strong

Take my kindness for crazy, that made the

grudge

Type shit, I'm blessed, 7 no Mike Vick

Hyphen with the cash, you know my pen drip

That mean I dash with that cash, don't let that sink in

I swear I'm uping the score, I see no defense

My flow, be hot like the fuzz, J reed deceiving

This shit be more than just rap, I'm really deep in

Creep show, I take brains and eat hearts Always back to the pot, call it my default

Baby fuck like a witch, but I won't throw salt

Moovy mode, crock pot, let it cook slow

Smack vid, P know this a movie show

Fat kid, smile high, but his pants low Who would figure we losing souls later downthe road

Who would figure the music could be the bigger goal

Silent mode, quiet phones, hear the moovy on

Let em know, no safe zone, this my Mahdi zone

Let em know, it's fbm till I'm dead and gone

Let em know, curtains closed, this shit slow

Let em know, big applause, end of show

But first tell em this ain't a outro to the tape closed

But first tell em this ain't a outro to the tape closed

The tape closed, get money, cut off all of these fake hoes

Money over all these bitches, that's case closed

Money over all these bitches, that's case closed

Tape closed, get money, cut off all of these fake hoes

Money over all these bitches, that's case closed

Money over all these bitches, that's case closed

Tape closed

Tape closed

Hello, please leave a message after the tone

First off, R.I.P. Mama Vert, Mahadi, and Big Mike

Aye moovy, I seen your ass in primetime, motherfucker

I got the tape

You was a menace to society and didn't have the time

to train for this shit

We go back like the gap band, bruh

And you made a movie for real, pimp

You pulled this one from the heart

Middle fingers to the motherfuckers who ain't feelin' this one

Baby boy

Anybody who tried to exclude you from this music shit

Know this, bitchfire

Your dedication is inspiration, gotti

Let's go