Big Tuck

Big Tuck - Tussle lyrics

rate me

(feat. Tum-Tum, Z-Ro)

[Hook x2]

I'ma do somethin' bad to ya, cuz you a motherfuckin' ho

If I see you at the club in the middle of the flo'

I'ma tussle, I'ma tussle

We gon' tussle, we gon' tussle

We gon' tussle better hope ya got ya niggaz with ya

[Z-Ro]

Motherfucker better clear a path, I feel the wrath

Cuz Tuck and Ro gon' burn ya scalp

Ho nigga tried to give me doubt

But I keep them snakes like a witches crown

It's about that time, respect my mind, I'm one of a kind

Been eyein' dime, fuck a dime

These jabs flyin' who threw 'em, mine

We gon' keep it crunk, pull out a pump knock out his fronts

Nigga my whole team drunk waitin' for the rest of ya crew goin' numb

I'm gon' drop a bitch, secuirty ain't stoppin' this

Real niggaz get compliments, I'll drop a rhinoceros

See we all about pain, you niggaz is lame, we head of the game

All my troopers are trained, we searchin' for chains, you hatin' on fame

Some of these ugly ass girls in here think they too fly to say what's up to a nigga

I want you to look at that ho an say FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU)

FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU)

Now gut that bitch (GUT THAT BITCH) GUT THAT BITCH (GUT THAT BITCH)

GUT THAT BITCH (GUT THAT BITCH) GUT THAT BITCH (GUT THAT BITCH)

[Hook x2]

[Tum-Tum]

Uh huh, hold up purple one let oh Tum invade the cut

And lean on a nigga like the drank up in my cup

Everybody make room I'm bout to cave his chest in

And make his eye swell up to where his edge up begin

Tum a shit starter, Tum always to blame

I ain't never played sports therefore I don't play games

Better ask these dudes I will rock a nigga ass

And if yo chick pop off I'ma slap her monkey ass

Straight gangsta-gangstafied that's how we do it in the dirty

Hit a weenie nigga with a combination flurry

Left, right, right, left over hand hitter-quitter

Make room in this bitch when DSR enter

I'm headed straight to the bar to get a bottle bub

After that hit V.I.P. and fire up some drugs

Tell drubs they didn't pay the deposit they ain't goin' up

Rappin' is tailored for us, shorty the game I'm sewin' up

Tum-Tum and San T, southside and the three

Puttin' it down from Tate house all the way to Mississippi

All the gangstas in the place, all the hustlers in the place

All the thugs in the place put ya hood in his face

I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch

I don't part no squad and I ain't afraid of no click

It's a million dollar man I get it poppin' in this bitch

Better watch what you say before shells I drop around this bitch, straight

[Hook x2]

[Big Tuck]

I'ma skirt around the club till I see this nigga here

I'ma rush the bitch nigga hit his head with a beer

I ain't playin' neither, I ain't playin' neither

I'ma swing till there's blood on my wife beater

Put ya dukes up, put ya dukes up

You don't want Tuck's hook, jab, uppercut

Put ya dukes up, put ya dukes up

I'm bad news fixin' tear the fuckin' club up

Fuck security nigga, fuck security nigga

I'm fixin' fire up this Sweet I'ma lure 'em to me

Fuck security nigga, fuck security nigga

I'm fixin' fire up this Sweet I'ma lure 'em to me

Put ya hood in his face, put ya hood in his face

If it ain't your's put his ass in his place

You don't want it with me, you don't want it with me

You don't want it with me, you don't want it with me

[Hook x2]

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