Ain’t Tuff lyrics

[Intro]
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Dexter
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Oh man god damn (Ooh)

[Chorus]
I got my bands up, huh (I got my bands)
That b*tch a freak, she suckin' my di*k, I got my hands up (I got my what?)
You n*ggas be lookin' at me, what's up?, you ain't damn tough (Damn tough)
I got the gun on me (Bow)
Yeah, you a damn bluff, huh, ooh (Bow, bow)
n*ggas be talkin' to police, they talk on the 12, huh, for real (Huh)
I got the money, I get the money on a hill, cuh for real (For real)
Ooh, like Jack and Jill (And Jill)
I’m off a pill for real, huh
Run up on him and kill, huh
He might die for real, huh (For real, ha)

[Verse 1]
Hold on
I got my bands b*tch, suckin' di*k with no hands, sh*t
Oh my god, it's a nasty b*tch, uh, I might just marry the b*tch, huh
Sike, huh, I'm with the money, right (Right)
Ride me like a bike, huh (Bike)
I had to take a bike, huh
Ooh, takin' hikes every day with the b*tch
Riding around with the K and sh*t, ooh
She wanna fit, ooh, she wanna suck on my di*k, huh, ooh (Suck on my di*k, thottie)
Right, huh, yeah, all night, huh
I get the money, you n*ggas so lame, huh, get right (Get right)
Glocks (Glocks), run up on 'em, mop, huh, yeah (Mop)
And I keep an extendo with an extra Glock, cuh, ooh (Extra Glock)
Point right out at that window with your b*tch she stot, hm, yeah (b*tch thot)
And she suckin' di*k 'cause that b*tch a thot, ha, ooh (Oh man God Damn!)
[Chorus]
I got my bands up, huh (I got my bands)
That b*tch is free, suckin' my di*k, I got my hands up (I got my what?)
You n*ggas be lookin' at me, what's up?, you ain't damn tough (Damn tough)
I got the gun on me (Bow)
Yeah, you a damn bluff, huh, ooh (Bow, bow)
n*ggas be talkin' to police, they talk on the 12, huh, for real (Huh)
I got the money, I get the money on a hill, cuh for real (For real)
Ooh, like Jack and Jill (And Jill)
I’m off a pill for real, huh
Run up on him and kill, huh
He might die for real, huh (oh man god damn)

[Verse 2]
He gonna die for real, huh (For real)
That boy not in the field, huh (he not)
I get the money for real (For real)
I might just go off a pill (Aye yuh)
I just pop a lil pill (Pop a pill)
And she gettin' horny she pop a lil pill (Pop a- pop a pill)
Ooh, what is the deal?, huh
Run up on me, what is the deal?, huh
What's the issue?, cuh
Blow a n*gga like some tissue, huh
I get the money, no issue, huh
Money never was the issue, huh, yeah, huh
I get it, what?, yeah, huh, she get it, huh, ooh (She get it)
Suckin' my di*k (What), ooh, she wanted my di*k, huh (Hold on)
[Bridge]
Wait, huh, one, yeah (One)
Wait, suck two (Two) yeah, huh
Three (n*gga four), huh, wait, huh
Four, what
di*k in her throat
Gonna need more
Go to the gun store, huh (Get all the guns bro)
Get all the guns, bro (Nah, for real)

[Chorus]
I got my bands up, huh (I got my bands)
That b*tch a freak, she suckin' my di*k, I got my hands up (I got my what?)
You n*ggas be lookin' at me, what's up?, you ain't damn tough (Damn tough)
I got the gun on me (Bow)
Yeah, you a damn bluff, huh, ooh (Bow, bow)
n*ggas be talkin' to police, they talk on the 12, huh, for real (Huh)
I got the money, I get the money on a hill, cuh for real (For real)
Ooh, like Jack and Jill (And Jill)
I’m off a pill for real, huh
Run up on him and kill, huh
He might die for real, huh (For real, ha)