Lil Keed – Tighten Up lyrics

(Yeah, I make it red but my beat came from Bloublood)
Yeah, feelin’ like BSlime, livin’ like DaBaby
Long live, long live BJ
Long live big killer, rock
(Ferno, you spazzin’)
Slatt business

Had to karate the chop top
Gettin’ folded up, what did it cost y’all?
I just been steppin’ in CC
I rock with the 6, man, I’m hangin’ with Yung Mal
N**** best not talk ’bout slime
We killin’ your partner, yo mama, just watch your mouth (Ayy, pull up, Lam’)
N**** 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
N**** follow me, I hit the clutch it
Yeah, my shooters shoot sticks, yeah, they get a rush
Double twins in the cup, pop ice crushed
I might get kicked out by the bunch
Yeah, I might hit the gas on ’em, leave ’em dust
Whole lot of bands, tell a n**** tighten up

I’m ’bout to, Slime ’bout to come to the trench
So many hoes havin’ me in they mentions
Nah, I’m no cap, get you slime like Grinch, .223 set up, y’all like a bench
Big status, so I stay with a b****, stick actor, yeah, who tryna get sick
StickBaby whackin’ everythin’, b****, YSL lifestyle, I can’t switch, oh
No small car, got it big body, b****
If she start strokin’, it ain’t me, it’s a risk, had to invest on my neck on the kid
Yeah, f*** quarantine and COVID ’cause it slow the money down with the shows
Now I gotta hit up a bowl, I need that bread by a loaf
Pay for the knots and the tone, in that, the great baddie Rolls
I’ma gon’ whip out a whole load, gat, yeah, black, like it’s Django
These n***** cap like a kango’, nah, I ain’t steppin’ on tiptoe

Had to karate the chop top
Gettin’ folded up, what did it cost y’all?
I just been steppin’ in CC
I rock with the 6, man, I’m hangin’ with Yung Mal
N**** best not talk ’bout slime
We killin’ your partner, yo mama, just watch your mouth
N**** 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
N**** follow me, I hit the clutch it
Yeah, my shooters shoot sticks, yeah, they get a rush
Double twins in the cup, pop ice crushed
I might get kicked out by the bunch
Yeah, I might hit the gas on ’em, leave ’em dust
Whole lot of bands, tell a n**** tighten up

My money green, ain’t talkin’ relish, ooh, choppa hit his head and bail it, ooh
Catchin’ action just like Tom Cruise, her p**** wet and warm, jacuzzi
Spendin’ now, spendin’ like they didn’t ask me
Yeah, they treat me number one like a trophy
Her brother drinkin’ lean and he ’bout to OD
But he got so much love for codeine, ayy, oh (Woo)
Can’t stand you n*****, I’m all by my lonely
Chrome Heart, the glasses, my chain snowconin’
Long d*** on the strap like a Coney
Had the stripes up like a tiger, no Tony
Run with that bag and I ain’t doin’ no fumble
I ain’t clumsy so I’ll never be phony
Dropped some racks in my bag on the first
When I gave it to my b****, 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 d***, she gon’ learn, got my money, put an a** 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
Gettin’ folded up, what did it cost y’all?
I just been steppin’ in CC
I rock with the 6, man, I’m hangin’ with Yung Mal
N**** best not talk ’bout slime
We killin’ your partner, yo mama, just watch your mouth
N**** 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
N**** follow me, I hit the clutch it
Yeah, my shooters shoot sticks, yeah, they get a rush
Double twins in the cup, pop ice crushed
I might get kicked out by the bunch
Yeah, I might hit the gas on ’em, leave ’em dust
Whole lot of bands, tell a n**** tighten up