TighT

Yeah (aah)
ConTrapBute, fuck with it

All up in the stu with the gang on some video games
Party on the roof saying F the rain
We don't see the rules
Don't respect and we ignorant
All about the money saying later fame

Big ass, see no bra
Said she didn't put it on
Big chest, double d, that's her bra
And she fine and she down
And she down to fvck me up
Went to room two six one nine
Told her baby close the blinds
Then she ride, let her slide yeah

Who? I don't really wanna know
Shoot all these rappers and I'm gone
You don't break the code
Never snitchin on the bros
Took the rap game by a storm

Now the block is hot
Tell these boys the block is hot, hot, hot
Got some on my chains if you need some ice, ice, ice yeah
Back of the line if you ain't my type, type, type
Twenty mill a show when I'm certified, yuh

My bitch, tight
Her clothes, tight
Titties, tight
Wearin' tight tights
My bitch, tight
Head is tight
Like her thighs
Pussy tight, tight

Shit is tight (tight) so we took a flight (flew)
U.F.O, Trappin' through the night
I'm the Candyman come and lick some sugar yeah, yeah, yeah
Rubber bands still got no use yet, yet, yet
Sippin toxicated juice yeah, yeah
Wanna rock over? I said absolute yeah we can

Oh you a fan? (fan)
Keep on blowin air (air)
Took a sip (sip), Now my vision blur
I don't mind I can trap till the morning
When I walk I just step on my copies

Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa)
Knockin at my door (at my door)
Slow mo fast (fast)
It's the three five O (three five O)
Gotta hide my coke (coke)
Gotta ride so low (ride so low)
Y'all on gangsta talk (talk)
But you never show (y'all don't show)
Y'all on gansta talk
But you never show

My bitch, tight
Her clothes, tight
Titties, tight
Wearin' tight tights
My bitch, tight
Head is tight
Like her thighs
Pussy tight, tight

Little shawdy's pussy's nice, it's tight tight
She know I'mma beat it it up when it's night time
Tell her tone it down, keep it hush hush
Cause we in a hotel they gonn' kick us out
Go to my house
Then we be loud
And she brought a bag of weed we gonn' burn it all
Be high as fvck
And she gonn' lie
She gonn' lie for me and her oh yaaah

All my hoolies know how to make hit songs
Since like two O one four, bitch we've been on
Bitch we've been on yaaah
All these pretty hoes all messed up
Sucking nikkas cocks (nikkas cocks) in the toilet for an iPhone yaah
And they'll tell you "let's go to the bedroom" fvck your brains out
Then when you sleep they'll always fvckin' take your clothes daawg
Coloured bitches like the rainbow, when we perform
With my addicts we gonn' take them, take them home bruh

My bitch, tight
Her clothes, tight
Titties, tight
Wearin' tight tights
My bitch, tight
Head is tight
Like her thighs
Pussy tight, tight

Nikka I'm the trap god of this shit yuh
Trap god of this shit
You already know I'm fvcking your bitch dawg
Start accepting that shit
If you let us fvck, might be the Trap king yuh
But the crown might not fit
Cause I am the O N E for this industry
Cause I eat these rappers when they beef yuh