Tuff Guy

By Li Rye

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[Intro]

(Run It Off Ravos)


[Verse]

I got switches shoot on repeat, this bitch don't skip a beat

Spin they block they jaws drop

We make fuck niggas use they feet

In LA with FN on me

My finger put a nigga on a tee

Gon' die think you a fuckin' g, nigga

Really pushin' p nigga

Pistol, pounds and pills, bored

Let's go on a drill, Ford

We ain't have no wheels, exploring how we did it still

I don't give a fuck bout' goin' to jail long as I get a kill

We was goin' on a chase like everyday that shit gave us a thrill

Now if I blow this draco at yo' face how the fuck you think it feel

Still a demon when sobered, I be fucked up when I'm on them pills

They jumped me in the A, ain't gеt shit and I got all they drops ha ha

Just for thinking you a tough guy now you gon' die die

Connеcting bullets to yo' face like wifi, need him gon' right now

Bitch I want him dead like right now, drop a bag don't ask me why

While he get dropped I'm probably in the sky just to tell him hi

Or to tell him bye cause his stupid ass decided to die

Know he went to hell can't wait to get there just to watch him fly

I really got that bag, they broke ass fuck them niggas just gettin' by

Really rich, I'm really havin' shit they can't afford to get fly

He dropped his low ain't believe I was on him, he must don't know who is I

.556 rip through the back of his head and came out his eye

Niggas ain't gangstas I can tell they ass scared every time I walk by

Tryna (?) come and rip this bitch, he better then i

Let's hard to say, I keep it real and ain't no point for to lie