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