Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demetris Bennett
Songwriter
Jacob Britton
Songwriter
Lyrics
BITCH,Imma tuff guy, I'm a tuff guy, yeah I'm a tuff guy
Guns by the ton, bitch we having fun, bitch
Gas it fill my lungs bitch, do it for my son, bitch
Yeah , welcome to my dungeon, you know I run shit
Yeah these pills, they help me numb shit
But I ain't dumb bitch, what I do with my life is my choice, they mad I made a noise ballin made me get my kids some toys
I gotta keep my poise ,yeah this ain't bout me being a dad
This about being a man yeah they my number one supporters
My number one fans
I'm a tuff guy
I'm a tuff guy
I'm a tuff guy
I'm a tuff guy
Yeah, bitch, I'm big and bad
Solo lobo, I be ridin' round with extended mags
I came up from out the trenches to expensive bags
Gang gon' pop out, leave no witness, so don't get me mad
Bitch, don't get me mad
I'm fucked up right now
I'm off two damn shots, might double up to four
Bitch, I want some more
Bring a bad bitch to the crib, just to show her how I live
Cause I'm the real deal, Holyfield
Bad bitch gettin' real cold dresser cold flexer
I'm a tuff guy
I'm a tuff guy
I'm a tuff guy
I'm a tuff guy
Written by: Demetris Bennett, Jacob Britton

