(Yeah, I make it red but my beat came from Bloublood)
Yeah
Feelin' like Bslime, livin' like DaBaby
Long live hawk, long live BJ
Long live Big Boo, yeah, King of Rock Crew
(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
Nigga best not talk 'bout slime
We killin' your partner, yo mama, just watch your mouth (ayy, pull up, Lamb')
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 only in the cup, 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 nigga tighten up
Somebody swap out these curves in the trenches
So many hoes havin' me in they mentions
Nah, I'm no cap, get you slimed like the Grinch
.223 set up, y'all like a bench
Big status, so 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 a big body, bitch
If she starstruck, it ain't me, it's the wrist
Had to invest on my land and the kid
Yeah, fuck 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 tows, in that, the green daddy Rolls
I'ma gon' whip out a whole load
Gat, yeah, it blatt, like Gjango
These niggas cap like some Kangol
Nah, I ain't skate 'round on tiptoes
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
Nigga best not talk 'bout slime
We killin' your partner, yo 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 hit the clutch it
Yeah, my shooters shoot sticks, yeah, they get a rush
Double twins only in the cup, 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 nigga tighten up
My money green, ain't talkin' relish, ooh
Choppa hit his head and belly, ooh
Catchin' action just like Tom Cruise
Her p***y wet and warm, Jacuzzi
Hey, spendin' now, spendin' like they didn't ask me
Hey, yeah, they treat me 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 strike her 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
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
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
Nigga best not talk 'bout slime
We killin' your partner, yo 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 hit the clutch
Yeah, my shooters shoot sticks, yeah, they get a rush
Double twins only in the cup, 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 nigga tighten up
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Tighten Up - Lil Keed
