Tuff
Say what? (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Von
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (what? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (yeah, huh)
Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, get up (get up)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (what?)
You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up (bitch ass nigga)
Sick as fuck, yeah, I'm sick as fuck, and I'm slick as fuck
Just hit a lick on this nigga, bruh, then told him, "Pick me up" (bitch ass nigga)
Drop yo' panties, what's that smell, bitch? It's fishy as fuck (huh, uh-uh)
Went on a drill, he ain't nail shit, he iffy as fuck (what? Damn, damn)
Bag it up, folks them baggin' up, come and grab you somethin'
Tag you up, folks them tag you up, ain't no point of runnin'
Are you mad? Yeah, you super mad, but you ain't gon' do nothin'
I got a bag with yo' lil' stupid ass, might pop out with a 100
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (what? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (yeah, huh)
Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, get up (get up)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (what?)
You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up (bitch ass nigga)
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough
That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (what?)
Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (nah, yeah)
Ayy, get up
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (boom, boom, boom)
You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up
I got money, boy, a lotta money, put that on J Money
Yo' ass broke, yo' whole hood dirty, y'all ain't havin' nothin'
Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck
Bring yo' friends, I got the gang with me, they just tryna fuck
Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck
Where yo' friends? I got the gang with me, we just tryna fuck
Double cup, sip that lean, homie, it ain't green, homie
Got that Glock with that beam on it, better not tweak, homie
See I like hoes that be bougie though, but they be choosin' though
They get fly and bring they friends with 'em to the studio
They off Remy and that D'USSÉ and that Julio
And they be trippin' off that Yungeen Ace and that Foolio
See I'm a star, I be shootin' shit, ain't talkin' movies though
This bitch a freak, she be puttin' pills up in her booty hole
Get put to sleep, now them fancy clothes got some bullet holes
Thought it was sweet? I'm at yo' funeral, I have to play my role
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (what? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (huh)
Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, get up (nah)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (yeah, yeah)
You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up (bitch ass nigga)
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (what? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (huh)
Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, get up (nah)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (yeah, yeah)
You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up (bitch ass nigga)
Von
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (what? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (yeah, huh)
Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, get up (get up)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (what?)
You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up (bitch ass nigga)
Sick as fuck, yeah, I'm sick as fuck, and I'm slick as fuck
Just hit a lick on this nigga, bruh, then told him, "Pick me up" (bitch ass nigga)
Drop yo' panties, what's that smell, bitch? It's fishy as fuck (huh, uh-uh)
Went on a drill, he ain't nail shit, he iffy as fuck (what? Damn, damn)
Bag it up, folks them baggin' up, come and grab you somethin'
Tag you up, folks them tag you up, ain't no point of runnin'
Are you mad? Yeah, you super mad, but you ain't gon' do nothin'
I got a bag with yo' lil' stupid ass, might pop out with a 100
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (what? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (yeah, huh)
Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, get up (get up)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (what?)
You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up (bitch ass nigga)
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough
That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (what?)
Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (nah, yeah)
Ayy, get up
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (boom, boom, boom)
You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up
I got money, boy, a lotta money, put that on J Money
Yo' ass broke, yo' whole hood dirty, y'all ain't havin' nothin'
Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck
Bring yo' friends, I got the gang with me, they just tryna fuck
Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck
Where yo' friends? I got the gang with me, we just tryna fuck
Double cup, sip that lean, homie, it ain't green, homie
Got that Glock with that beam on it, better not tweak, homie
See I like hoes that be bougie though, but they be choosin' though
They get fly and bring they friends with 'em to the studio
They off Remy and that D'USSÉ and that Julio
And they be trippin' off that Yungeen Ace and that Foolio
See I'm a star, I be shootin' shit, ain't talkin' movies though
This bitch a freak, she be puttin' pills up in her booty hole
Get put to sleep, now them fancy clothes got some bullet holes
Thought it was sweet? I'm at yo' funeral, I have to play my role
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (what? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (huh)
Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, get up (nah)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (yeah, yeah)
You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up (bitch ass nigga)
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (what? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (huh)
Hit him in his gut, and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, get up (nah)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (yeah, yeah)
You better not die, I like yo' bitch, boy, I'm gonna pick her up (bitch ass nigga)
Credits
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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