Tighten Up City Girls

[Intro: Yung Miami]
Huh, messy hoes better wipe it up
Bitch, don't make me put my wig in a rubber band
Slap a bitch down, with the fuck shit
Y'all hoes better tighten up (Tighten up, huh)
Y'all hoes better tighten up

[Chorus: Yung Miami]
I'm already gookin', on my period, PMS'in'
My nigga fuckin' on me, and I'm stressin' (Damn)
Haters tryna knock me for the shit that I'm blessed with, period
You got a problem? Ho, address it (Get there)

[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Real bitches to the square
I'm speakin' for the boss bitches
And not you hoes that be fuckin' for hair
But my dog I'll slide, if it's a lick I'll drive, to a nigga I'll lie
Sleepy hoes better wake up
And get your motherfuckin' cake up
Or get smoked like a grape Dutch
If you fuckin' for a stack, bitch, it ain't much (Nothin')
It’s a drought 'round here, pussy went up (Facts)
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 (Kick up)
After the check, we can split up