Tighten Up

Opp Messy hoes better wipe it up Bitch don’t make me put my wig in a rubber band Snap a bitch down, with the fuck shit Y’all hoes better tighten up tighten up, huh Y’all hoes better tighten up Hook: Yung Miami I’m already gooking, on my period, pmsing And my nigga fucking on me, and I’m stressing Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I’m blessed with, period You got a problem Hoe address it Verse 1: Yung Miami Real bitches to the square I’m speaking for the boss bitches And not you hoes that be fucking for hair But my dog outside, if it’s a nigga I drive, to a nigga I lie Spiffy hoes better wake up And get your motherfucking cake up Or get smoked like a Grape Dutch Is you fucking for a stack Bitch it ain’t much It’s a drought ‘round here, pussy went up Now my feelings on E, I need to fill up A new Benz, just to sit up, condo on a beach just to kick up I cut a check, we could split up Hook: JT I’m already gooking, on my period, pmsing And my nigga fucking on me, and I’m stressing Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I’m blessed with, period You got a problem Hoe address it Verse 2: JT My nigga acting crazy, I’m ‘bout to get rid of his baby His mama acting shady, his sister tryna spray me His homeboys wanna fuck me And every bitch in the hood wanna fuck on him, because me I ain’t got time for these niggas, cause these niggas ain’t nothing I ain’t tryna figure out, who he sucking and fucking Bitch I got other shit to stress about My bills late, money running out Pull up, them stoves, bitch are running out I gotta get it by any means And keep my enemy’s close, cause these other hoes only switch teams When I’m in the field, just know I play for keeps Keep my grass cut, so these bitches won’t creep Hook: JT I’m already gooking, on my period, pmsing And my nigga fucking on me, and I’m stressing Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I’m blessed with, period You got a problem Hoe address it