RXK Nephew - Tuff Tone Tee’D up On Ten lyrics

Drugrixh – Forreal You say you was ridin’ but baby what happened? You treatin me like you the one out there trappin Baby get jealous don’t know what she doing Back to back trappin don’t go to assumptions Is yo life gon’ to go on the line for a ni**a? On the dirty my life start to catch up with me Stuck in the trap she wanna lay up with me Them hatin ass ni**as tryna keep up with me Don’t know if its you or the Henny right now I’m hurt in my head right now I get pulled girl im going in the feds right now Had a long day need a bed right now Baby like “Daddy come lay down with me” I want her to trap and stay down with me When I ain't with her the tre lb with me RXK, ain't now clown in mе (RXK) She tellin’ me how I bе hurtin her feelings Truth hurt, ima keep it the realest Over and over, she sayin she with it (?) oh that’s Big Neph business They said I was dirty, heartless and relentless Oh well that’s Big Neph business That was two-tone tuck that wasn’t me baby He ain't in the street can’t fool me baby Baby girl gon’ keep bringing up her ex Airplane mode I ain't even see the text Feel like Yak when he slide thru the jects Walk out that b*tch they like “damn, whats next?” When I’m in LA she don’t like how I move You doing too much ion like how you movin’ Fresh off the plane she like “bae whatchu doing?” Drunk as fu*k, on point to the movement Fresh as a fu*k I’m coolin Fresh as a fu*k, than I was yesterday Opps down bad look like they had better days “fu*k out the way, get the fu*k out the way” Glock hit a opp like a Push-Start These ni**as never sat down and cooked raw 1.8 that’s a good ball She know I be trappin’ so she want a Audi When Im done with trap, b*tch ima call you Sittin in the pot, drippin the oil Ain't no pipe, Unk smoked out a foil She like “get off the beans Neph, it ain't for you” Stay out my business cause b*tch it ain't for you! *onomatopoeia* Got somn for you! YUH I’m in LA smokin’ big gas Cuz want some? Told his ass send the Cashapp Up that glick like * back that ass up Glick in his face make him back that ass up What is yo prices? Trap the fu*k up Trap the fu*k out – Run the fu*k up YUH Don’t got the time baby I’m trappin Had this Glock forever, Johnson Magic Glock paint a b*tch head like the Brat head Glock hitcho head like 2 headbands Shoot a b*tch bout my chain like Gucci Mane did Glock going to work(?) like Gucci Mane did Kick her out the car like Gucci Mane did Signed a ni**a and diss him like Gucci Mane did