Tight Pants Songtext
Benz truck, that motherfucker— hold on (Woo)
Crack a nigga head like lobster, huh (Bop)
White robe on, Ritz-Carlton, huh
Sticks in the truck, no talkin', huh
Tell 'em, "Better proceed with caution", huh (Say, Red)
Drugs coming in for the whole spot (Yeah)
BP, every time we roll out (BP)
Deepthroat, I can feel your whole mouth (Hey)
After I fuck, kickin' hoes out (Yeah)
I can go rich designer clothes now (Let's go)
Crack a nigga head like lobster, huh (Bop)
White robe on, Ritz-Carlton, huh
Sticks in the truck, no talkin', huh
Tell 'em, "Better proceed with caution", huh (Say, Red)
Drugs coming in for the whole spot (Yeah)
BP, every time we roll out (BP)
Deepthroat, I can feel your whole mouth (Hey)
After I fuck, kickin' hoes out (Yeah)
I can go rich designer clothes now (Let's go)
Thousand dollar Ricks, need to slow down (Uh-huh)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Schyeah, ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Let's go, ye-yeah)
Dissin' my number one fan for that
Still in the trenches, ain't ran from that
You be with the opps, I ain't trustin' on nothin' (Homixide)
Who is that car? Now, I'm clutchin' on that (Woah)
Who that? Yeah, I'm screamin' "Bust on that nigga" (Bust on that nigga)
Who that? Yeah, I'm screamin' "Bang on that nigga" (Homixide)
Talk back, yeah, it's a tape on that nigga (It's a tape on that nigga)
Fuck that, yeah, put a tape on that nigga (Put a tape on that nigga)
Who that? Yeah, I'm screamin' "Bust on that nigga" (Bust on that nigga)
Who that? Yeah, I'm screamin' "Bang on that nigga" (Ah, ah)
Catch him at the red light, leave him at the red light (Woo) Yeah, put a lil' switch on that nigga (Woo, ah)
Ha, ha, young nigga walk with that .308 and it spray (Ah, and it spray, ah)
Ha, ha, young nigga walk with that .556, leave him dead (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Ha, ha, [?]
Ha, she gotta know when she fuckin' with the big Five, yeah, big Blood, big Blood (Ah, ah, what?)
I told her that [?] to get on my team, she wanna get more (What?)
I told her to fuck with the Five, bitch, you might see more (What?)
Uh, yeah, you gon' need more (What?)
You fuck with me, you get ignored (What?)
You fuck with me, get bands (Ah)
I got the stick all in my pants (Woah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Schyeah, ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Let's go, ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Schyeah, ye-yeah)
Dissin' my number one fan for that (Yeah)
Still in the trenches, ain't ran from that (Ye-yeah)
You be with the opps, I ain't trustin' on nothin' (Homixide)
Blitz that car, now I'm clutchin' on that
Yeah, hating my brother, they hating on me (They hatin' on us)
My gun in my hand, I'm clutchin' on that (Clutchin' on that)
I'm smokin' your twin, you'll never get him back (Never get him back)
I walk in my mode, nigga know not to play (Let's go)
We walk him down, tweakin' on meds (Walk him down)
Put a bag on his head, my niece on that (Homixide, let's go)
Almost [?] while I'm diggin' her back
She Niagara Falls, her pussy so wet
I'm stuntin' like that (Stuntin' like that)
Spinnin' [?], I can't tell what you say (Shh)
I've been runnin' up a check, I don't wanna go to sleep (Wanna go to sleep)
We want all the smoke, we will stomp on your buddy
Upside down cross, fightin' a demon
[?], nigga, who the fuck you be?
I be outside swaggin', nigga, cut off your sleeves
I be trippin' 'bout a bitch, my brother [?]
Deep in (Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (My gun in my hand, I'm clutchin' on that)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down
Pants too tight, push the pole down
Dissin' my number one fan for that
Still in the trenches, ain't ran from that
You be with the opps, I ain't trustin' on nothin'
Blitz that car, now I'm clutchin' on that
Pants too tight, push the pole down
Pants too tight, push the pole down
Pants too tight, push the pole down
Pants too tight, push the pole down
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Schyeah, ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Let's go, ye-yeah)
Dissin' my number one fan for that
Still in the trenches, ain't ran from that
You be with the opps, I ain't trustin' on nothin' (Homixide)
Who is that car? Now, I'm clutchin' on that (Woah)
Who that? Yeah, I'm screamin' "Bust on that nigga" (Bust on that nigga)
Who that? Yeah, I'm screamin' "Bang on that nigga" (Homixide)
Talk back, yeah, it's a tape on that nigga (It's a tape on that nigga)
Fuck that, yeah, put a tape on that nigga (Put a tape on that nigga)
Who that? Yeah, I'm screamin' "Bust on that nigga" (Bust on that nigga)
Who that? Yeah, I'm screamin' "Bang on that nigga" (Ah, ah)
Catch him at the red light, leave him at the red light (Woo) Yeah, put a lil' switch on that nigga (Woo, ah)
Ha, ha, young nigga walk with that .308 and it spray (Ah, and it spray, ah)
Ha, ha, young nigga walk with that .556, leave him dead (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Ha, ha, [?]
Ha, she gotta know when she fuckin' with the big Five, yeah, big Blood, big Blood (Ah, ah, what?)
I told her that [?] to get on my team, she wanna get more (What?)
I told her to fuck with the Five, bitch, you might see more (What?)
Uh, yeah, you gon' need more (What?)
You fuck with me, you get ignored (What?)
You fuck with me, get bands (Ah)
I got the stick all in my pants (Woah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Schyeah, ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Let's go, ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Schyeah, ye-yeah)
Dissin' my number one fan for that (Yeah)
Still in the trenches, ain't ran from that (Ye-yeah)
You be with the opps, I ain't trustin' on nothin' (Homixide)
Blitz that car, now I'm clutchin' on that
Yeah, hating my brother, they hating on me (They hatin' on us)
My gun in my hand, I'm clutchin' on that (Clutchin' on that)
I'm smokin' your twin, you'll never get him back (Never get him back)
I walk in my mode, nigga know not to play (Let's go)
We walk him down, tweakin' on meds (Walk him down)
Put a bag on his head, my niece on that (Homixide, let's go)
Almost [?] while I'm diggin' her back
She Niagara Falls, her pussy so wet
I'm stuntin' like that (Stuntin' like that)
Spinnin' [?], I can't tell what you say (Shh)
I've been runnin' up a check, I don't wanna go to sleep (Wanna go to sleep)
We want all the smoke, we will stomp on your buddy
Upside down cross, fightin' a demon
[?], nigga, who the fuck you be?
I be outside swaggin', nigga, cut off your sleeves
I be trippin' 'bout a bitch, my brother [?]
Deep in (Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (My gun in my hand, I'm clutchin' on that)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down (Ye-yeah)
Pants too tight, push the pole down
Pants too tight, push the pole down
Dissin' my number one fan for that
Still in the trenches, ain't ran from that
You be with the opps, I ain't trustin' on nothin'
Blitz that car, now I'm clutchin' on that
Pants too tight, push the pole down
Pants too tight, push the pole down
Pants too tight, push the pole down
Pants too tight, push the pole down
