FatBoy Records - Too Tuff Lyrics

He can't shoot around me he's a rookie
Edgar rolling to the kitchen for a cookie
He gon get knocked out if he push me
Go on drill put on my hoodie
Hes a store runner go and get my goodies
I could show you how to feast, go get some good eats
Giving back to my homies did a good deed
F.B.R yea you know we a good team

Green Bucks we the ones the whole city love
Weird niggas had to hit them with a shove
Fresh ass new fit that shit too tuff
Took your bitch from you bro, even with a buzz
Told a bitch come find me nigga blues clues
Don't like when this girl mess with other dudes
2 new foreign don't know what to choose
If you ain't talking money I'm confused

Imma real shooter know how to ball
She said Big Jit how you get so tall
Crash the coupe and I feel like I'm Paul
All the stuff they saying it is false
I'm a black belt, Steven segal
Talking crazy we gon end it in a brawl
Jones cut me up with some new wahls
Green bucks always winning never draws

Broke niggas I ain't talking till you see a hundred
Told the hoes I'm on my way I ain't never coming
Smoking fake ass gas bro stop puffing
You getting no bread stop fronting
Your bitch hella bad bro she so stunning
Another thousand on plain clothes nigga I'm still fresh
Bad bitch so I bought her a new dress
Told a broke nigga it's checkers not chess

See me running up a check like a track meet
Greenbuck thats the team like the heat
Big jit always sliding on the beat
New tracks always dropping like some treats
Fresh forces man you can't see no crease
Just do it I got Nike on my feet
New whip it got leather on the seats
Too much money man you can't even compete
Two watches but they never on the same wrist
Big steppers yea you know we always take that risk
They asked how I'm getting money man don't trip
Tryna run up on me but I keep a stick
Took your girl to the crib that's a pick
And I'm always in the lab call me rick
Snatch Edgar's chain that's a lic
Number two John Wick

Old hoes in they feelings call them Greg Oden
Pushing heavy ass weight call me Coleman
Can't hear cuz my ears too frozen
Comments on everything niggas Rogan
Green bucks empire yea we Roman
New track too heat that shit Molten
Bad bitch she a dime she a token
Cooking up good shit in a cauldron

Lost control so I bought a new whip
She look my way and u losing your bitch
Pay attention this could help u get rich
Take your bitch to the crib, call me Lynch
Mean hoes tryna act like they the grinch
Stayed the same bro I never had to switch
Making hella bread thought it was a glitch
Gotta make so much money always had a itch