Tuff Love - Deebaby

Dumb diggy, bump Biggie Til the landlady holler, "Get a haircut, hippie!" The death knell generator entertain a fresh kill Breath quell dressed like a bloated sack of dead cells Shedding, purple tape, purple hawk ape A single flower through the permafrost Pick himself and learn to walk in furry pants War paint circling a duralog Four-faced devil by his side like a service dog Shlock purists watch the block burneth One o clock prophets in the parking lot at perkins The perfect politician's thirty clicks outside of Sturgis Doggy bag doctors, military deserters Who still shop surplus and can't hold jobs I look like I'm wearing a ghillie suit but I'm not Roll out ghost of Camu on the pegs Might pedal by the police Tough with two F's Ah fuck that shit look Can't tell if I'm a little withdrawn Or dead dogs set to quote unquote live on a farm The coke bottles tint film noir Trippin' out the milk bar Poison horchata cup Milf in a zip car Six arms six hand styles like ships on scrimschaw Part Def Jam part Dischord My wig picker threw me out of her office Had the cold turkey benzo summer was awesome Onion a benzie's[?] Summer was awesome Got brats on the grill Wormwood in a cauldron Horse hoof in the dog's mouth Cholera in a well Make money periodically vomiting on himself I read Nat Geo craft and crack geodes Lift party hats out of Craft Depot Unleaded mire blood pumped through his neck Came down from the mountain Tough with two F's: ... TUFF TUFF (What's so funny? You, what are you laughing at? I said what are you laughing at?) Before player ever met his omega They were effectively reducing his behavior into data With plans to build a dais where the People grow potatoes and cabbage Don't make him raise the gate between the bettas In a spectacle display in the nature of strange neighbors I paint caves til the rage campaign tapers Show a new crop how he used to moonwalk Out of breath like a seven day old balloon dog I still hang band posters and buy black lights Crib decorated like a dorm room at Brandeis Still pretend I'm gonna build another half-pipe Nevermind the fort era christening in pantsize Man, who could've guessed the future of abominal imagery Would also share a birthday with Kenny G? None The ninety-nine cent two cents keeps two arms folded Tough with two F's Yeah, let's do it like that Unh I pay a guy to lean over steepled fingers Then convince me to pay him for his teas and tinctures The string cheese dinner kid speak Cheech wizard Fore I'm gone like Gossamer under number three clippers Three forged in various pulp channels Even his prized horse rides a wolf into battle Even his blood and body couldn't pick him out a line up Or his name off the paper It's Aes pronounced "why us" First learn the high art of eyeing a mark Buying nickels for a dime at the park I learned to rhyme in New York I learned to breathe underwater I learned to walk with a ghost Adidas reeking of sulfur A children's cemetery font When home is a bleeding ulcer Everything you've ever stood up for is keeling over Moon set beautifying Cartoon death catfish on a farm And tough with two F's Yeah

Huh In this bitch Wes, yuh J-A-A-H, S-L-T (Brelly on the beat), uh We ain't got' talk, baby, I just wanna fuck From the 7-0-4, all my niggas real tuff Like, uh, what it do? She blowin' up my phone like Bitch, who is you? Hey (who is you?) Don't gotta bae, damn sure ain't not a boo But I got a couple hoes, I can switch it up too (switch it up) Hit if from the back, she like damn, go "Ooh" But I had get a B 'cause a nigga come pull like, uh What the fuck? Goddamn, Jaah, you don't even give a fuck I ain't never pressed, no a nigga never stressed Yeah, she got a couple bodies But she say that I'm the best, hey One hit, no jumper gotta walk with a vest 'Cause niggas really hatin' Sayin' nigga, what's next? (Nigga, what's next?) Went to the crib, smoked it up with Rico Packed from the esses, free El Chapo Damn, huh, huh, huh Bitch ass boy, you a fan, damn Fuck a hood text you for a gram, damn Pussy nigga, do you know who I am? Hey We ain't got' talk, baby, I just wanna fuck From the 7-0-4, all my niggas real tuff Like, uh, what it do? She blowin' up my phone like Bitch, who is you? Hey We ain't got' talk, baby, I just wanna fuck From the 7-0-4, all my niggas real tuff Like, uh, what it do? She blowin' up my phone like Bitch, who is you? Hey (who is you?) Back in this bitch, part two And my ex said she loved me And I said who is you? Ooh Damn, huh, what you sayin'? (What you sayin'?) My hair on me like a nigga Super Saiyan (Super Saiyan) Hey, ten, 11, 13 I'on fuck with 12 and they don't fuck with me (fuck with me) Bitch, head game Tianna no trust Suck dick for a gram, said my gas make her slump We ain't got' talk, baby, I just wanna fuck From the 7-0-4, all my niggas real tuff Like, uh, what it do? She blowin' up my phone like Bitch, who is you? Hey We ain't got' talk, baby, I just wanna fuck From the 7-0-4, all my niggas real tuff Like, uh, what it do? She blowin' up my phone like Bitch, who is you? Hey (hey)

(Marz) Nigga from the block I just be playin' with rocks Ayy, uh We got this shit out the mud (out the mud) Really be slangin' them drugs I take the bitch from the club (nigga, I did) Can't hit that bitch with no glove, ugh (nah, I can't do that) These bitches be dirty, these bitches be thirsty These bitches ain't lookin' for love (nah, nah, nah) She ain't gon' fuck with no scrub, uh You gotta pay her in dubs (you gotta pay that bitch that) She be like, "Dee, why you stop?" (Why you stop?) I heard that you been gettin' guap (been gettin' guap) Dee, I remember when you ain't have shit, now you got a Rolex watch, uh (how you do it?) Now it's diamonds on your chain, uh (diamonds on your chain) Oh, you don't remember my name, huh? (Rеmember your name) Baе, why you act a lil' strange? Uh (why you act like that?) What you gon' do for that change? (What you gon' do for that change?) They be like, "Dee, where you at?" (Where you at?) I don't know, but the old me back (old me back) She tell me I'm heartless, she tell me I'm rude 'Cause I don't be showin' no slack, uh (I don't be showin' all that) I was just bustin' some crack down Rocks, countin' up racks (oh, you was?) Load it up, then go attack, uh (okay) DeeBaby don't got attached (nah) Young nigga, I like to work (Marz, I like to work) I make the bitch go to work, uh (bitch go to work) Pussy so good, I said I would leave But that bitch put me on a curse Bitch, I'm a dog I put the bitch straight to sleep, take the bread out her purse I put that bitch on a Perc' (bitch on a Perc') Baby, it could've been worse, ayy (could've been worse) I really hang with them Crips (with them Crips) But you knew that shit off the rip (shit off the rip) Your bitch wanna fuck Soon as she hop in my car 'cause I'm lickin' my lips (oh, you like that, huh?) She say she peepin' my drip (my drip) Say her last nigga wasn't shit Ain't no comparin' to this (no comparin') She don't be sharin' her shit, ayy (Marz) They be like, "Dee, you a'ight?" (You aight?) My new car got neon lights, uh (okay) One in the front and the back (one in the back) I heard you ain't livin' too nice (livin' too nice) I heard that you needed a ride Can't beef with no nigga who can't even drive (no broke-ass nigga) I can tell by the look in your eyes (yeah) Bitch, you ain't ever cut up no pie (man, I can tell) All that ice, I know that you see, uh (Kknow that you see) I'm who these niggas wan' be, uh (niggas wan' be) I had to wish my ex good luck 'Cause it don't get no better than Dee (don't get no better than Dee, huh?) Damn, I wish my niggas was free (niggas was free) I'm chargin' 30 a key (30 a key) At the store, gotta grab me a two, uh Pull up in that big body B, uh (big body Benz) I was just coolin' with K (K) Got tired of arguin' with J (I did) I just might call up lil' A (lil' A) 'Cause she give me head all day (man, that shit good) She don't be askin' no questions I let that bitch sit on the top like some dressing (okay) I ain't be tryin' to risk it Say she like me more 'cause I'm Mexican, yeah (Marz) I'm just a young nigga from the block (block) Really be playin' with rocks (rocks) Fifties and hundreds all over my Glocks Play with DeeBaby, get popped I had to call up the gang Spin the whole city right now 'cause this shit gettin' hot (you know that this shit gettin' hot) I'm yellin', "Free Jiggalo," 'til they let that bitch out (let that bitch out) We finna head to the top (we finna head to the top) I had to cut that bitch off and go handle some business (handle some business) 'Cause that's how I rock (that's how I rock) I want the paper, baby No, I don't want no twat, I want that guap Hit him with headshots Think he got chicken pox, he see the red dot (red dot itchin') Fuck on your baby mama Soon as you go to work, I'm blowin' her legs out (damn, Marz)

Ant Chamberlain, that's a hunnid points Aw, yeah, yeah I be alone when I ride through the city, I really don't fuck with you niggas I put the Rollie on to pass time, I really can't count every minute She want me to love her, I tell her I can't, 'cause baby I ran out of feelings I told her I'll pull up on her 'bout an hour, I'm busy, I'm handling business Let's have a sit-down, how you feeling? 'Cause, bae, we ain't talk in a minute You already knowin' that I ain't the typе to run after if you walk away I had to cut her off to get thе bread right, never tell 'em it's never too late I had to hustle hard to get here, baby, so I can't give you the time of day That's why I be alone when I ride through the city 'cause I can't put trust in nobody I'm strapped up with a big Glock and I'll use it, I ain't really fucked up about it I used to pull up in a Honda Accord, fuck around, pull up on you in a Masi' These days, two bad hoes and they wan' have them a three-way (aw, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm pushin' two hundred miles on the dash on the freeway, yeah She wan' hear DeeBaby on the radio, tell the DJ, yeah She say, "Put that bitch on one more time on replay," yeah She say, "Sing to me," I say, "Baby, I got you, it's easy" (aw, yeah, yeah, yeah) She say she wan' me to fuck her with my chains on She say, "I know I'm not, but I need you to fuck me like your main one" But I can't do that Plug just hit my phone and said the work in but I can't go back I done came too far just to throw it all away, I'm really turnin' down racks Heart hurt bad, baby, it ain't no love Car crash, spinnin' out of control, can't take no more, I'm numb Mud baby, yeah, don't want no love, I want my drugs Heart racing, in the trap, I'm counting up my funds (aw, yeah, yeah, yeah) Say I'll know you better within time But 'til then, no, you can't be you and I And don't you ever tell me to find Man we grown, you know I can't read your mind I be alone when I ride through the city, I really don't fuck with you niggas I put the Rollie on to pass time, I really can't count every minute She want me to love her, I tell her I can't, 'cause, baby, I ran out of feelings I told her I'll pull up on her 'bout an hour, I'm busy, I'm handling business Let's have a sit-down, how you feeling? 'Cause, bae, we ain't talk in a minute You already knowin' that I ain't the type to run after if you walk away I had to cut her off to get the bread right, never tell 'em it's never too late I had to hustle hard to get here, baby, so I can't give you the time of day Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah