Song Lyrics

Say what?
(Dj on the beat so it's a banger)
Von

Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (What? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt (yeah), he Mrs. Puff (huh?)
Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, get up (get up)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (what?)
You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up (bitch ass nigga)

Sick as f*ck, yeah, I'm sick as f*ck, and I'm slick as f*ck
Just hit a lick on this nigga brother, and told him pick me up (bitch ass nigga)
Drop your panties, what's that smell, bitch? It's fishy as f*ck (Huh? Ugh, ugh)
Went on a drill, he ain't nail shit, he iffy as f*ck (what? Damn, damn)
Bag it up, folks them baggin' up, come and grab you somethin' (bag it up)
Tag you up, folks them tag you up, ain't no point of runnin' (tag you up)
Are you mad? Yeah, you super mad, but you ain't gon' do nothin' (why? Why? Why?)
I got a bag with your lil' stupid ass, might pop out with a hundred (huh? yeah, yeah, yeah)

Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (What? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt (yeah), he Mrs. Puff (huh?)
Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, get up (get up)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (what?)
You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up (bitch ass nigga)
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough
That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (what? Nah)
Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up (yeah)
Ayy, get up (what?)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (boom, boom, boom)
You better not die (get up), I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up (bitch ass nigga)

I got money, boy, a lot of money, put that on J Money (yeah, whole lotta)
Your ass broke, your whole hood dirty, y'all ain't havin' nothin'
Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as f*ck (damn, damn, damn)
Bring your friends, I got the gang with me, they just tryna f*ck (yeah)
Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as f*ck (that ass fat as f*ck)
Where your friends? I got the gang with me, we just tryna f*ck (just tryna f*ck)
Double cup, sip that lean, homie, it ain't green, homie (nah, nah)
Got that Glock with that beam on it, better not tweak, homie (what? Boom, boom, boom)
See I like hoes that be bougie though (yeah), but they be choosin' though (they be choosin' though)
They get fly and bring they friends with 'em to the studio (to the studio)
They off Remy and that D'usse and that Julio (and that Julio)
And they be trippin' off that Yungeen Ace and that Foolio (and that Foolio)
See, I'm a star, I be shootin' shit, ain't talkin' movies though (ain't talkin' movies though)
This bitch a freak, she be puttin' pills up in her bootyhole (up in her bootyhole)
Get put to sleep, now them fancy clothes got some bullet holes
Thought it was sweet? I'm at your funeral, I have to play my role

Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (What? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt (yeah), he Mrs. Puff (huh?)
Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, get up (get up)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (yeah, yeah)
You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up (bitch ass nigga)
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (What? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (huh?)
Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, get up (get up)
Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (yeah, yeah)
You better not die, I like your bitch (nah), boy, I'm goin' to pick her up (bitch ass nigga)

Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett

The duration of Tuff is 2:28 minutes and seconds.