Tuff

[Intro] Say what? DJ on the beat, so it's a banger Von [Chorus] Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up Ayy, get up Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up [Verse 1] 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 Drop your panties, what's that smell, bitch? It's fishy as fuck Went on a drill, he ain't nail shit, he iffy as fuck 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 your lil' stupid ass, might pop out with a hundred [Chorus] Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up Ayy, get up Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up Ayy, get up Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up [Verse 2] I got money, boy, a lot of money, put that on J Money Your ass broke, your whole hood dirty, y'all ain't havin' nothin' Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck Bring your friends, I got the gang with me, they just tryna fuck Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck Where your 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'usse 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 bootyhole Get put to sleep, now them fancy clothes got some bulletholes Thought it was sweet? I'm at your funeral, I have to play my role [Chorus] Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up Ayy, get up Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up Ayy, get up Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up