Tough Guys

John Mello on the beat

Yeah RE-ROCK send shots when we see opps bitch
Know you want to be us

Who the tough guys
All these bitches after me like it's John Tucker must die
I'm the rarest in this bitch check my bloodline
I just got a new machine now it's punch time
Credit cards run em up till they catch me
I'm so high in this bitch like i'm Max B
Ain't the IRS you can't tax me
I'm the type to get the bag in the back streets
This is my type of shit
Two sticks in the VIP, whole gang in the bitch
This is my type of shit
Bitch bring your friend, that's my type of bitch
I was in the field running all types of tricks
Moving all types of bricks, exotic 300 a zip
Watch it flip, see 12 then I dip
Road running state to state like i'm going on a trip
This is Yves Saint Laurent who the fuck is saint nick
North Pole on my neck, North Pole on my wrist
Life crazy how I went and risked it all for this shit
But you, you gon risk it all for the bitch
Mouthing off bout the mob they gon find you
Sending bullets at his body they go right through
On the block, music bumping when I slide through
And we serve em out the window like the drive through
Spin the block, blue beams like ryu
Mob shit, leave his body in the bayou
Made your check in a day and that's times two
She be lying to her man, cause I ain't the one to lie to

Yeah, I don't trust a soul I barely trust mine
This a brand new AR for you tough guys
I be with the shooters and the wise guys
I dont know about y'all but imma buss mine
When you in the field that's like the frontlines
Fuck your bitch off a perc make me come alive
This another nigga bitch she from the sucka side
She wanna switch teams leave her on the other side

I feel like Tony, Montana and Soprano
Rolling up exotic in a wood, fuck a fonto
Bitch I need my money, right now, need it pronto
All I ever wanted was some bands since a snot nose
Got up off my ass and I got a lot of guap tho
Bitches on my dick, I look good, they call me guapo
Oh you is a tough guy? nigga you a macho?
New AR catching bodies like a thot hoe
Yeah, how you trynna beef you dont even keep stick
You don't never take risks, you wont never be shit
I got all this drip on me got your bitch sea sick
And I just bought a new Glock with the see through clip
Everybody come around when they see you getting rich
But aint nobody gave a fuck when I was down on my dick
I just bought a new bussdown, yeah thats for my wrist
And I can't stop making hits nigga I don't never miss, bitch

Yeah I can't

Yeah, I don't trust a soul I barely trust mine
This a brand new AR for you tough guys
I be with the shooters and the wise guys
I dont know about y'all but imma buss mine
When you in the field that's like the frontlines
Fuck your bitch off a perc make me come alive
She from the sucka side
Leave her on the other side



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Writer(s): Ivan Casillas
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