Tuff

[Intro]
Say what?
DJ on the beat, so its a banger
Von

[Chorus]
Aw, you tough? You aint 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 cant get up, look like you givin up
You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, Im goin to pick her up

[Verse 1]
Sick as ****, yeah, Im sick as ****, and Im slick as ****
Just hit a lick on this nigga, bruh, then told him pick me up
Drop your panties, whats that smell, bitch? Its fishy as ****
Went on a drill , he aint nail shit, he iffy as ****
Bag it up, folks them baggin up, come and grab you somethin
Tag you up, folks them tag you up, aint no point of runnin
Are you mad? Yeah, you super mad, but you aint gon do nothin
I got a bag with your lil stupid ass, might pop out with a hundred

[Chorus]
Aw, you tough? You aint 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 cant get up , look like you givin up
You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, Im goin to pick her up
Aw, you tough? You aint 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 cant get up, look like you givin up
You better not die, I like your bitch , boy, Im goin to pick her up
[Verse 2]
Igot money, boy, a lot of money, put that on J Money
Your ass broke, your whole hood dirty, yall aint havin nothin
Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as ** **
Bring your friends, I got the gang with me, they just tryna ****
Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as ****
Where your friends ? I got the gang with me, we just tryna ****
Double cup, sip that lean, homie, it aint 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 Dusse and that Julio
And they be trippin off that Yungeen Ace and that Foolio
See, Im a star, I be shootin shit, aint 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? Im at your funeral, I have to play my role

[Chorus]
Aw, you tough? You aint 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 cant get up, look like you givin up
You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, Im goin to pick her up
Aw, you tough? You aint 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 cant get up, look like you givin up
You betternot die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm going to pick her up