Too Tuff Tone Tarantino

Lyrics

(My nigga Brainstorm did this beat) [Verse] I'm in another world Bitch keep hollering 'bout another girl Wave that Glock no care in the world Bitch got good head get extra girl Bend the corner looking like Paul Walker Beat the pot like a bad stepfather Black as fuck but my liquor be darker Slap the fuck outta bitch bail out on the charges Liftin' this Henny my biceps right Picking up Henny my triceps right Go ahead act dumb, you can die by the night I'm doing squats with a gallon of Henny Run to the liquor store, that's cardio Go home, fuck my bitch, more cardio Doing pull-ups on a big Backwood Unc just called doing track in the hood In the backyard it look like the Olympics Unc in thе back doing hurdle on the fencеs Come to the hole, welcome to the trenches In this field it's not no benches Unc in the front doing a long jump Auntie wavin' food stamps like pom poms SSI just touched down it's lit I'm Famous Dex 'fore he got caught with the Glick I'm Lil' Wayne 'fore he got caught with the Glick The whole world know Jim Jones a snitch If you already knew I'ma tell you again I'm Famous Dex 'fore he turned himself in If you really know me I am not bout to quit Don't give a fuck 'bout a broke ass bitch Put this work in your face have you like "What is this?" This straight drop that's why I'm selling skimps Unc like "Nephew make your bag bigger" Down the street other trap it's some mad niggas 'Fore stimulus came my bags was bigger Somebody tell that hoe I'm not an average nigga Need a brand new Glock with a mask with it Calm the fuck down who gassed that nigga Glock hit your face leave plastic with it They ain't want me when I was a ashy nigga My white homegirl like "Stop using the N word" Tentacles at the pot like Squidward Don't be mad 'cause this what you get first Grip the fork so hard that my fist hurt 31 on the plate that's big work 'Fore I shine, take care of the kids first They like "Neph, you born before your time" Robbed the plug it was free 99 Real deal Slither, this ain't slime Gotta sit in the den 'fore you see the sun shine Gotta sin on the porch when it's crunch time In school I was trapping lunch time Dope out the back got auntie hip moving Shoot the fuck out your trap make you move it Where the hell he get that puny Ruger Think I was a sharpshooter the way I use it Beat fuck out the pot, black and blue it Drive with my niece while I'm booting Doing 95, controlled cruisin' I ain't slowing down bitch I'm getting FOOLISH! I ain't giving shit back, he deaded (Yuh)