TOUGH GUYS

John Mello on the beat Yeah RE-ROCK send shots when we see opps bitch Know you want to be us Who the tough guys All these bitches after me like it's John Tucker must die I'm the rarest in this bitch check my bloodline I just got a new machine now it's punch time Credit cards run em up till they catch me I'm so high in this bitch like i'm Max B Ain't the IRS you can't tax me I'm the type to get the bag in the back streets This is my type of shit Two sticks in the VIP, whole gang in the bitch This is my type of shit Bitch bring your friend, that's my type of bitch I was in the field running all types of tricks Moving all types of bricks, exotic 300 a zip Watch it flip, see 12 then I dip Road running state to state like i'm going on a trip This is Yves Saint Laurent who the f*ck is saint nick North Pole on my neck, North Pole on my wrist Life crazy how I went and risked it all for this shit But you, you gon risk it all for the bitch Mouthing off bout the mob they gon find you Sending bullets at his body they go right through On the block, music bumping when I slide through And we serve em out the window like the drive through Spin the block, blue beams like ryu Mob shit, leave his body in the bayou Made your check in a day and that's times two She be lying to her man, cause I ain't the one to lie to Yeah, I don't trust a soul I barely trust mine This a brand new AR for you tough guys I be with the shooters and the wise guys I dont know about y'all but imma buss mine When you in the field that's like the frontlines F*ck your bitch off a perc make me come alive This another nigga bitch she from the sucka side She wanna switch teams leave her on the other side I feel like Tony, Montana and Soprano Rolling up exotic in a wood, f*ck a fonto Bitch I need my money, right now, need it pronto All I ever wanted was some bands since a snot nose Got up off my ass and I got a lot of guap tho Bitches on my dick, I look good, they call me guapo Oh you is a tough guy? nigga you a macho? New AR catching bodies like a thot hoe Yeah, how you trynna beef you dont even keep stick You don't never take risks, you wont never be shit I got all this drip on me got your bitch sea sick And I just bought a new Glock with the see through clip Everybody come around when they see you getting rich But aint nobody gave a f*ck when I was down on my dick I just bought a new bussdown, yeah thats for my wrist And I can't stop making hits nigga I don't never miss, bitch Yeah I can't Yeah, I don't trust a soul I barely trust mine This a brand new AR for you tough guys I be with the shooters and the wise guys I dont know about y'all but imma buss mine When you in the field that's like the frontlines F*ck your bitch off a perc make me come alive She from the sucka side Leave her on the other side