Tough Stuff Lyrics

Bitch go ahead better tell me what the fucks up

Everybody wanna be the man till the drug bust

Pulled up blam blam out the van, get him touched up

Sticking to the plan, couple grand'll keep it hush hush

Seen he mean mugging, so I pressed him what the fucks up

Noticed who I am, then he quit, with all the tough stuff

Had the upper hand, with his crew they could've stuck us

He just dropped his head then salute, that's some tough stuff

Bars like my motherfuckin hometown xan heads

Bitches pushing weight, out here tryna keep their man fed

Laughing off the people talking shit, I know their plans dead

Bunch of fucking losers, bring the shooters, I ain't scared yet

Fucking around and buzzing off shit, I ain't plan to

Never put your trust in a bitch, who can't stand you

All the homies coming equipped, with black handles

Attached to that thing on their hip, that might blam you

Twelve o'clock noon, getting high in my bedroom

Tryna understand, why I really feel I'll be dead soon

Writing down my thoughts just like my therapist said too

Scribbling away my problems, but goddammit there's several

Babbling, my tenacity, actually picked up gradually

Most of me's cool with half of me

Having dreams still of capping me

Mentally been a masterpiece, physically feel like tragedy

I'll Die alone and live the same, you couldn't handle Zackary

Bitch go ahead better tell me what the fucks up

Everybody wanna be the man till the drug bust

Pulled up blam blam out the van, get him touched up

Sticking to the plan, couple grand'll keep it hush hush

Seen he mean mugging, so I pressed him what the fucks up

noticed who I am, then he quit, with all the tough stuff

Had the upper hand, with his crew they could've stuck us

He just dropped his head then salute,

that's some tough stuff

Dude acting tough, told that bitch pipe down,

Nah mfer like put the pipe down

Got him all in his feels and he wanna fight now

Told that pussy pull up, but that ain't his lifestyle

They wanna be the man, until it's time to get busy

I even heard they gotta plan, talking bout they're coming to get me

I walked up, but they ran, fucking scattering quickly

And if those bastards take the stand, I guess I'm switching up cities

Cocaine all inside of the whip, go head sniff some

Bitches always talking bout some shit, looking big dumb

Pulled up, aim from the hip, both clips done

Hoe, guess it is what it is, won't miss none

Can always see it coming, get them knots inside stomach

And I one to just pretend like my intuition is bluffing

Only keep a couple friends, cause most these people, can't trust em

Ain't no chance to make amends, I'll end your shit right in public

Bitch you think you hard, I'mma have to call your momma up

Sent me your location, she was fiending, threw a pound at her

Let her hear the sounds of 100 rounds, all different caliber

Mentioned that it's done, he meeting Jesus, but I'm proud of her

Now that right there is what would probably happen

If I give into mediocrity and retired from rapping

Trapped inside a state of mind, most people couldn't imagine

Write it down inside some lines to keep the feelings from passing

Bitch go ahead better tell me what the fucks up

Everybody wanna be the man till the drug bust

Pulled up blam blam out the van, get him touched up

Sticking to the plan, couple grand'll keep it hush hush

Seen he mean mugging, so I pressed him what the fucks up

Noticed who I am, then he quit, with all the tough stuff

Had the upper hand, with his crew they could've stuck us

He just dropped his head then salute, that's some tough stuff