Tough

Kenzo Str8Drop (grrah)

Look, I'm switchin' my whip, but I ain't switchin' my trap spot

Zip tie niggas if I didn't have my crackpot (come here)

Pull up in that Bentley Bentayga like a trap God (yeah)

We stacks racks, this money don't fold like a laptop (nah)

Wanted an S3, I copped one and plated it

Picked up a bad B, took chase, I ain't seen her since (see ya later)

Used to push crack and hang straps out the same tints (bah, bah)

When I hit town and open shop it's like the plague hit (it's like the plague hit)

It's like The Walking Dead

It's not whiskers what we feed these cats

White straight drop, but the B gets bashed (punched up)

Bentayga in the kitchen of this one-room flat

One zipping pebs, that's an average trap, yeah (basic)

I push my shank in him while going through his pockets too (come here)

Change clothes in the T, blue smokin' off a spoon

I was on the run with my spinner, still sellin' food (bah, bah, bah)

Get cancer in my dick before I snitch like Pettigrew

New plug talkin' one, but I'm tryna hustle two

Rob niggas, still show face like I'm bulletproof (wanker)

They wanna put me on the news, shit, I want the same for you (bow, bow)

This .9's a baby, ain't no beef, it can't cater two (never that)

I gotta move correct, I could catch a M grabbin' milk and bread

She thinks that I'm cute in my Ralph Lauren (yeah?)

But I'm outin' pebs, cookin' with no seasonin'

Michelle's got breached, now I'm stashing guns in wheelie bins

There ain't no reasonin' with him, he's an informant now

Cut the cuzzy off 'cause he spoke in trial (snitch boy)

I don't need to break it down

When you're in the streets you gotta take that vow

Thirty-six goes with nine zips of brown (tough, tough, tough)

Him flyin' thems a myth like a pterodactyl (myth)

Thirty quid on weed way before I got them packs through (yeah?)

Goad'd, that's my Christmas cancelled (pussyhole)

Really opened up mans face like a tin of mackerel

Bricks get manhandled, you can't buy this drive (nah)

I'm pickin' up phones, lickin' twenty's out the drivers side (ayy)

Look before I had a whip, had a diamond back (skrrt)

I was in the T more than home cah I like to trap (trapper)

If I didn't have a phone, I'd be a lifer too

We tracker up whips, spin work then we call on food (ayy)

Zip tie niggas, didn't boot off, we walked him through

Young G ain't shooting at your legs, arms at quarter to

And every time I'm hands off, it don't last a week

I love the hustle like Mitch, I'm flyin' 'round in AMG's

I stuff B in neutral bullets, then I clamp it clean

I made the phone bounce like I threw it off a trampoline

I got a pack on me, ain't thinkin' 'bout no recall (nah)

I'm thinkin' 'bout how much I'm chargin' Nikki three for

I take apprenticeships, come get a T tour

We pay top price, I ain't never seen no rebor (never)

I left a stone on the side and told him, "Clean up" (come clean up)

Nine in a Nutribullet, counter full of B dust (yeah)

If it's not the kitchen, parcels are gettin' beat up

Dope boy, but creep up, I'll show you what this Glee does (bah, bah, bah, bah)

Still stash things in wheelie bins or a thots gaff

Still got pounds, tops and bottom, bro, we got that (yo, we got that)

Pull up big worm with these curls if you ain't got that (yeah)

Shit gets dark if I pull up with the frog man

Pull up with the fuckin' frog man, bro

Free all my niggas, bro, Kenzo, fresh home

Frog's fresh home

Free all fuckin' opps, you get me?

2025, tough, tough, tough