Tuff Guy
So you wanna be the tuff guy?
You wanna get buff
And you wanna tote guns
And you wanna sell drugs
And you wanna be a thug
Rocking nothing but mug
You ain't nothing but a punk
Well you wanna be the tuff guy?
Ima show you what its like
Hope you ready for a fight
Cause I'm coming for your life
And I'm coming for your wife
Ima fuck up on your daughter
With that brain I'm getting smart
So you wanna be the tuff guy?
Huh
Well you wanna be the tuff guy?
Huh what?
Hurd you wanna be the tuff guy!
Huh
So you wanna be the tuff guy?
In the range, hidden lane, make it rain
Diamonds on me dancing off my pinky ring
Bring it mane, bring it mane, bring it mane
Keep up with ya talkin you gon get it mane
Never been the type to wanna fold out
Always on the block the winter cold out
Baby drama hittin up my phone now
Never was the father cause I pulled out
Shawty say she love me but aint mean it
Bully on the court I'm playin defense
Blocking all the negativity man
Shawty wanna fuck me, she be fiendin
I might wanna hit her with the disco stick
After I'm done fuckin she want me to stick
I just called my girl she said I need to dip
Ima hit the bar because I need a fix
Lil nigga said he really wanna be hard but ain't got no hands
I might fuck around and beat ya niggas up
Act like y'all got hands but always totin guns
I aint gon need my damn pistol
But know that I still hold it for them issues
Nigga my bag look different
In the ville on backroads chillin
Ion smoke no mo so I sip it
I still move slow dro get ya fixin
Got a 44 nigga gotta get like this
Ima real street hitta so th grip dont miss
Keep my name in ya mouth cause I back my shit
U a snitch get hit you a real ass bitch
So you wanna be the tuff guy?
You wanna get buff
And you wanna tote guns
And you wanna sell drugs
And you wanna be a thug
Rocking nothing but mug
You ain't nothing but a punk
Well you wanna be the tuff guy?
Ima show you what its like
Hope you ready for a fight
Cause I'm coming for your life
And I'm coming for your wife
Ima fuck up on your daughter
With that brain I'm getting smart
So you wanna be the tuff guy?
Huh
Well you wanna be the tuff guy?
Huh what?
Hurd you wanna be the tuff guy!
Huh
So you wanna be the tuff guy?
You wanna get buff
And you wanna tote guns
And you wanna sell drugs
And you wanna be a thug
Rocking nothing but mug
You ain't nothing but a punk
Well you wanna be the tuff guy?
Ima show you what its like
Hope you ready for a fight
Cause I'm coming for your life
And I'm coming for your wife
Ima fuck up on your daughter
With that brain I'm getting smart
So you wanna be the tuff guy?
Huh
Well you wanna be the tuff guy?
Huh what?
Hurd you wanna be the tuff guy!
Huh
So you wanna be the tuff guy?
In the range, hidden lane, make it rain
Diamonds on me dancing off my pinky ring
Bring it mane, bring it mane, bring it mane
Keep up with ya talkin you gon get it mane
Never been the type to wanna fold out
Always on the block the winter cold out
Baby drama hittin up my phone now
Never was the father cause I pulled out
Shawty say she love me but aint mean it
Bully on the court I'm playin defense
Blocking all the negativity man
Shawty wanna fuck me, she be fiendin
I might wanna hit her with the disco stick
After I'm done fuckin she want me to stick
I just called my girl she said I need to dip
Ima hit the bar because I need a fix
Lil nigga said he really wanna be hard but ain't got no hands
I might fuck around and beat ya niggas up
Act like y'all got hands but always totin guns
I aint gon need my damn pistol
But know that I still hold it for them issues
Nigga my bag look different
In the ville on backroads chillin
Ion smoke no mo so I sip it
I still move slow dro get ya fixin
Got a 44 nigga gotta get like this
Ima real street hitta so th grip dont miss
Keep my name in ya mouth cause I back my shit
U a snitch get hit you a real ass bitch
So you wanna be the tuff guy?
You wanna get buff
And you wanna tote guns
And you wanna sell drugs
And you wanna be a thug
Rocking nothing but mug
You ain't nothing but a punk
Well you wanna be the tuff guy?
Ima show you what its like
Hope you ready for a fight
Cause I'm coming for your life
And I'm coming for your wife
Ima fuck up on your daughter
With that brain I'm getting smart
So you wanna be the tuff guy?
Huh
Well you wanna be the tuff guy?
Huh what?
Hurd you wanna be the tuff guy!
Huh
So you wanna be the tuff guy?
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Writer(s): Wesley Robinson
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