Letras
We tough as fuck until we fuck them up Nah, I ain't got no chill
I'ma keep this shit real simple Nigga, fuck with us and get killed
I can guarantee that that raincoat ain't gon' stop your ass from gettin' wetter
I got 50 shots and this is the weather Make it hard to put them back together
We tough as fuck until we fuck them up Nah, I ain't got no chill
I'ma keep this shit real simple Nigga, fuck with us and get killed
I can guarantee that that raincoat ain't gon' stop your ass from gettin' wetter
I got 50 shots and this is the weather Make it hard to put them back together
Yeah, there's a big lee with no chills Don't fuck with us, it gets real
Yeah, I'd drop hoes if they lost souls I can't compromise meek mills
I been stashin' up these deals And my shooters backin' up deals
Cause these opps hatin' my child, homie Don't fuck with mine, you'll get killed
I'm whippin' foreign automobiles There'll be one smoker spinnin' those wheels
Yeah, I been swipin' homies like reels Give me that loot, let's fuck how you feel
Yeah, I'm posted up on my pole Pushin' that P all on my own
Yeah, I been fucked up with some gang, nigga These bitches don't stick to code
So it's up and down in them roads I just kept them bastards on hold
All day I'm up in that field Catchin' gold kills, I'm aimin' at stones
Shout out to opps, listen to my phone It's on site, bro, I'm on go
If you a tough guy, well, let's go All of my youngins steady on go, let's go
These niggas be tough as fuck until we fuck them up Nah, I ain't got no chill
I'ma keep this shit real simple Nigga, fuck with us, it get killed
I can guarantee that that raincoat Ain't gon' stop your ass from gettin' cut off
I got 50 shots and this is butter Make it hard to put them back together
These niggas play macho I up this rock and I had niggas dancin' like Rocco
Cause when I blow, I'ma wear that best poncho Knock all that G's out, it's nacho
Ain't with the argin' back and forth shit I be takin' life shit like it's for shit
Like a alcoholic, proper fulfilled Once that is plucked, the end of yo' shit
I don't got patience for toke I'ma find what he layin' and stoke
If he don't pay attention, it cost him Actin' like he be on that, so I offed him