TOUGH (Intro)

Man this shit tough
Tougher than tough
Tougher than tough
Man this shit tough
Tougher than tough
Tougher than tough
Two door coupe tough
Tougher than tough
Tougher than tough
Man this shit tough
Get tougher than tough
Get tougher than tough
The streets they get tough
Tougher than tough
Tougher than tough
Man that shit tough
Tougher than tough
Tougher than
Having this money is tough
Tougher than tough
Tougher than tough
Man that shit tough
Man that shit tough
Man that shit tough

Ooh
I am the one with the hoes at the lair
Can you not feel all this hate in the air
Breathe in breathe out
We live off despair
But I'm tougher than claws on the paws of a bear
So I'm making it count anytime anywhere
The vibes coming through
And she shaped like a pear
Gas in the air
Cash on the table
We coming prepared
Shit getting tougher than tough
Pass all the bucks
Two tone my link and my chain match the truck
I'm so conceited
Rapping no singing
Pull out a knot
Got her wanting cunilingus
Fuck a jabroni
I tell em to bring it
Lay his ass down on the pavement for preachers
Saint Label
Giving em hell
Young Moeses and Majik gone leave yo bitch leaking

Came up out the dirt
I'm tough as fuck
Big Worm
I don't give a fuck
I need two hundred bucks
Smoking gas
Yeah that Zaza
I be turning up
Yo bitch she bad
If she look at me
I'm trying to fuck
I know what it is
I know what it ain't
Imma stack it up and take it to bank
Big Black
Imma break the bank
That's like Kit Kats
Choppa wanna sound this bitch
Kick back
Imma keep popping my shit
I rolled a spliff
I want that bag and I get it in zips
I want that bag
I get it and flip

Whatchutellemfoo
That's tough
I got them ones
Throw em up
Yeah nigga so one of one
Yeah niggas not one of us
I'm from the bottom where niggas be scraping a bowl
For a dollar
Young nigga talk to his momma
He say that I got you tomorrow
What you know bout check to check
I told my brother its up
He put his neck on the line
Flood in
And I be fucking them dimes
But I just sleep with the nine
Honest
Real shooting star
But I'm never dodging comets
Ran in his trap house
Throw yo hands up
Bet not vomit

Run this shit up
All these bitches keep calling my line
And they fuck at the drop of a dime
Plus these diamonds keep shining
My nigga keep grinding
This shit so tough
They need a brand new assignment
How many times I had come be they stylist
Too much drip
Money fountain just keep rising
The massacre
Every time I get to popping
Don't pop with me boy
This shit hot like wasabi
Suck on my dick fill her up with the rocket
Too many pockets
Fill em up with exotic
Too many notches
Keep on breaking my watches
But it's my time it's gone be hard to knock it



Credits
Writer(s): Quenton Harper
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