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Tight End
2,843
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tight End was released on August 15, 2025 by DDG/Epic Records as a part of the album Tight End - Single
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Release DateAugust 15, 2025
LabelDDG/Epic Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM108

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DDG
DDG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Granberry, Jr.
Darryl Granberry, Jr.
Lyrics
Nathaniel Yehuda Band
Nathaniel Yehuda Band
Lyrics
Joshua Sivilay Taylor
Joshua Sivilay Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
10fifty
10fifty
Producer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Joshua Sivilay Taylor
Joshua Sivilay Taylor
Producer

Lyrics

(Shoutout 10Fifty)
I like to be with women, I don't fuck with ****
If you not my homie, I don't speak or say wassup to ****
I don't do the back and forth, I'm just gon' slump the ****
I can really flex a million cash, I'm just a humble ****
Remember he was turnt, now you don't see him now
These **** disappeared, they must be playin' hide or seek or somethin'
Anyways, I'm still trending every week or somethin'
They thought that I was done but I ain't even reach my peak or nothin'
Still movin' 'round the city like a YN, I like that lil' fine shit that you posted, let me buy in
Take her shoppin' all the stores around this high-end, she love when I land back in Michigan, no tight end
Buyin' flights across the state, I got her landin' late
I'm workin' hard as shit, now shorty pissed 'cause I done missed a date
Mother Nature hatin' on me, I just get the base
I buzz her at the gate, she haven't ate, you know that neck was great
You know that neck was good, she gon' fuck me then get up and go and pack a wood
She ask me for one more round, but I don't think I could
I don't know how **** livin' but I'm livin' good
Yeah, bitch I'm livin' great
Got a check for one-point-three, it was December eighth
You will fake it 'til you make it, all yo' jewelry fake
Broke, but yo' bitch bad, I bet she betray, I can make her cheat
I buy shit, don't take it back, so I don't get receipts
I'm a chef to all my ****, I make sure they eat
I can't flirt inside the club, they keep recordin' me
She wanna link me 25/8, she don't get bored of me
Got too much motion in this bitch, I brought the culture in this bitch
I got my toaster in the whip, I got that blower on my hip
No GA, I do VIP, I pay four K for me to sit
You droppin' nonsense, I'm tryna tell you, "That ain't it"
I like to be with women, I don't fuck with ****
If you not my homie, I don't speak or say wassup to ****
I don't do the back and forth, I'm just gon' slump the ****
I can really flex a million cash, I'm just a humble ****
Remember he was turnt, now you don't see him now
These **** disappeared, they must be playin' hide or seek or somethin'
Anyways, I'm still trending every week or somethin'
They thought that I was done but I ain't even reach my peak or nothin'
Written by: Darryl Granberry, Darryl Granberry, Jr., Joshua Sivilay Taylor, Nathaniel Yehuda Band
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