Tighten Up lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, I'm banging red, but my beat came from Bloublood)
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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
n*gga better not talk 'bout slime
We killin' your partner, your mama, just watch your mouth (Ayy, pull up, Lam)
n*gga be poppin', poppin' 'bout the slime
Then hood baby, we knock ya socks off (What?)

[Chorus]
What? What?
The Rollie watch, I had to bust it
n*gga 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 n*gga tighten up
[Verse 1]
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 b*tch
Stick active, yeah, who tryna get hit?
StickBaby whackin' everythin', b*tch
YSL lifestyle, I can't switch, ooh
No small car, got it big body, b*tch
If she starstruck, it ain't me, it's the wrist
Had to invest on my name and the kid
Yeah, f*ck 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 n*ggas cap like a Kangol
Nah, I ain't scared, we don't tiptoe

[Pre-Chorus]
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
n*gga better not talk 'bout slime
We killin' your partner, your mama, just watch your mouth
n*gga be poppin', poppin' 'bout the slime
Then hood baby, we knock ya socks off (What?)
[Chorus]
What? What?
The Rollie watch, I had to bust it
n*gga 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 n*gga tighten up

[Verse 2]
My money green, ain't talkin' relish, ooh
Chopper hit his head and belly, ooh
Catchin' action just like Tom Cruise
Her pus*y 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 n*ggas, I'm all by my lonely
Chrome Heart the glasses, my chain snowconin'
Long di*k 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 b*tch, 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 di*k, 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
[Pre-Chorus]
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
n*gga better not talk 'bout slime
We killin' your partner, your mama, just watch your mouth
n*gga be poppin', poppin' 'bout the slime
Then hood baby, we knock ya socks off (What?)

[Chorus]
What? What?
The Rollie watch, I had to bust it
n*gga 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 n*gga tighten up