Tighten Up - Lil Keed

Yeah

Feelin' like BSlime, livin' 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 steppin' in CC

I rock with the 6, man, I’m hangin' with Yung Mal

Nigga better not talk 'bout slime

We killin' your partner, your mama, just watch your mouth (Ayy, pull up, Lam)

Nigga be poppin', poppin' '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 havin' 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 whackin' everythin', 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 steppin' in CC

I rock with the 6, man, I’m hangin' with Yung Mal

Nigga better not talk 'bout slime

We killin' your partner, your mama, just watch your mouth

Nigga be poppin', poppin' '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 talkin' relish, ooh

Chopper hit his head and belly, ooh

Catchin' action just like Tom Cruise

Her pussy wet and warm, jacuzzi (Hey)

Spendin', now I’m spendin' like they dead next week (Hey)

Gotta treat my number one like a trophy (Hey)

Her brother drinkin' 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 snowconin'

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 doin' no fumblin'

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

Thankin' 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 steppin' in CC

I rock with the 6, man, I’m hangin' with Yung Mal

Nigga better not talk 'bout slime

We killin' your partner, your mama, just watch your mouth

Nigga be poppin', poppin' '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