King Von - Tuff lyrics

Say what? DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
Von

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

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

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

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

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