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Lil Keed

Tighten Up

 

Tighten Up

(album: Trapped On Cleveland 3 - 2020)


(Yeah, I'm banging red, but my beat came from Bloublood)
Yeah
Feeling like BSlime, living like DaBaby
Long live Hot, long live BJ
Long live Big Boo, yeah, King Rock crew
(Ferno, you spazzin')
Slatt business

Had to karate the chop top
Get it for the low, what did it cost y'all?
I just been stepping in CC
I rock with the 6, man, I'm hanging with Yung Mal
Nigga better not talk 'bout slime
We killing your partner, your mama, just watch your mouth (Ayy, pull up, Lam)
Nigga be popping, popping 'bout the slime
Then hood baby, we knock ya socks off (What?)

What? What?
The Rollie watch, I had to bust it
Nigga follow me, I had to clutch it
Yeah, my shooters shoot sticks, yeah, they get a rush
Double twins on it, in the cup, ice crushed
I might get geeked up by the bunch
Yeah, I might hit the gas on 'em, leave 'em dusty
Whole lot of bands, tell a nigga tighten up

Wide body, wide body swerves in the trenches
So many hoes having me in they mentions
Nah, I'm no cap, get you slimed like Grinch
.223 sit 'em down like a bench
Brick status, shawty, I stay with a bitch
Stick active, yeah, who tryna get hit?
StickBaby whacking everything, bitch
YSL lifestyle, I can't switch, ooh
No small car, got it big body, bitch
If she starstruck, it ain't me, it's the wrist
Had to invest on my name and the kid
Yeah, fuck quarantine and COVID
'Cause it slowed the money down
With the shows
Now I gotta hit up a bowl
I need that bread by a loaf
Pay for the nails and the toes
In that big granddaddy Rolls
I'ma go whip out a whole load
Gat, yeah, it's black like Django
These niggas cap like a Kangol
Nah, I ain't scared, we don't tiptoe

Had to karate the chop top
Get it for the low, what did it cost y'all?
I just been stepping in CC
I rock with the 6, man, I'm hanging with Yung Mal
Nigga better not talk 'bout slime
We killing your partner, your mama, just watch your mouth
Nigga be popping, popping 'bout the slime
Then hood baby, we knock ya socks off (What?)

What? What?
The Rollie watch, I had to bust it
Nigga follow me, I had to clutch it
Yeah, my shooters shoot sticks, yeah, they get a rush
Double twins on it, in the cup, ice crushed
I might get geeked up by the bunch
Yeah, I might hit the gas on 'em, leave 'em dusty
Whole lot of bands, tell a nigga tighten up

My money green, ain't talking relish, ooh
Chopper hit his head and belly, ooh
Catching action just like Tom Cruise
Her pussy wet and warm, jacuzzi (Hey)
Spending, now I'm spending like they dead next week (Hey)
Gotta treat my number one like a trophy (Hey)
Her brother drinking lean and he 'bout to OD (Hey)
But he got so much love for codeine
Hey, oh (Woo)
I ain't stand you niggas, I'm all by my lonely
Chrome Heart the glasses, my chain snowconing
Long dick on the strap like a Coney
Had to stripe it like a tiger, no Tony
Run with that bag and I ain't doing no fumbling
I ain't clumsy, so I'll never be phony
Dropped some racks in my bag on the first
But I gave it to my bitch, it look like a purse
My money longer than the wing on a bird
Thanking God, but I didn't go to church
Hit her one time with dick, she gon' learn
Got my money, put an ass on her first
Ain't no sucker, I ain't scared, I got heart
And I already knew that I'd be first

Had to karate the chop top
Get it for the low, what did it cost y'all?
I just been stepping in CC
I rock with the 6, man, I'm hanging with Yung Mal
Nigga better not talk 'bout slime
We killing your partner, your mama, just watch your mouth
Nigga be popping, popping 'bout the slime
Then hood baby, we knock ya socks off (What?)

What? What?
The Rollie watch, I had to bust it
Nigga follow me, I had to clutch it
Yeah, my shooters shoot sticks, yeah, they get a rush
Double twins on it, in the cup, ice crushed
I might get geeked up by the bunch
Yeah, I might hit the gas on 'em, leave 'em dusty
Whole lot of bands, tell a nigga tighten up

done

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