Tough Shit

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! (Wait)

On that tough shit
We might (huh) have to show that boy some muscle (we talkin' tough)
Dust you, sticky situation (huh), I can't trust you
If I call my whoadie, then you know that he gon' ride (he gon' ride)
If it's really action, then you know we be outside (be outside)
On that tough shit
We might have to show that boy some muscle (we talkin' tough)
Dust you, sticky situation (huh), I can't trust you (wha-what?)
If I call my whoadie, then you know that he gon' ride (ride)
If it's really action, then you know we be outside

Trust you, no, no, baby girl, no, I can't love you (I can't love you)
Heard my nigga slimed
So you know I can not touch you (can not touch you)
Sticky situation, yeah, I might just have to dust you (what?)
Know I keep a piece (keep a)
So you know that I can't love you (keep a piece)
We got chop sticks, ride with mop sticks, don't wanna tussle
We ain't really with the gossip, we show you muscle (huh)
.223s and 5.56s, let these bullets touch you
Think my niggas come from Moscow, the way they rush you

And if it's really action, then my whoadie, he outside (he outside)
And if I call my whoadie, then you know that he gon' ride (he gon' ride)
If it's really action, then you know we be outside
And if he talkin' (shh), then you know that boy might (shh, hah?)

On that tough shit
We might have to show that boy some muscle (show some-, what?)
Dust you, sticky situation (no, I can't), I can't trust you (I can't trust you)
If I call my whoadie, then you know that he gon' ride (he gon' ride)
If it's really action, then you know we be outside (we be outside)
On that tough shit
We might have to show that boy some muscle
Dust you, sticky situation, I can't trust you (no)
If I call my whoadie, then you know that he gon' ride (what?)
If it's really action, then you know we be outside

This shit get tragic quick
Make 'em disappear just like a magic trick
Like Oscar De La Hoya with boxing but I'm jabbin' shit
He kept on talkin' tough, so now I'm wakin' up my savages
Told 'em, "Take a knee," because that boy is Colin Kaepernick (that's cap)
But you can call me Jackson 'cause I'm all about that action, bitch
We make 'em walk on eggshells, the way that we be crackin' shit
I shoot so many guns that my hands is gettin' calluses
I feel like the real king, I only drink out chalices (yeah)

And if it's really action, then my whoadie, he outside (he outside)
And if I call my whoadie, then you know that he gon' ride (he gon' ride)
If it's really action, then you know we be outside (we be outside)
And if he talkin', then you know that boy might (shh)

On that tough shit
We might have to show that boy some muscle
Dust you, sticky situation, I can't trust you
If I call my whoadie, then you know that he gon' ride
If it's really action, then you know we be outside
On that tough shit
We might have to show that boy some muscle
Dust you, sticky situation, I can't trust you
If I call my whoadie, then you know that he gon' ride
If it's really action, then you know we be outside



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