Lil Keed's video: Lil Keed - Tighten Up Official Video

The official video for Lil Keed's “Tighten Up” from his album ‘Trapped On Cleveland 3’ - Out Now! Stream ‘Trapped On Cleveland 3’ on all platforms: https://lilkeed.ffm.to/toc3 Subscribe: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC84I-lVXft-Q1gmuiUQNlUw?sub_confirmation=1 Follow Lil Keed https://www.keedtalktoem.com https://www.instagram.com/lilkeed https://twitter.com/1lilKeed https://www.facebook.com/lilkeed1 https://soundcloud.com/lilkeed1 LYRICS (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 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 -- ℗ 2020 Young Stoner Life Records exclusively distributed by 300 Entertainment