Ruthless (feat. Jay Critch)

Lil Tjay

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    No, no
    Lil Tjay, yeah, yeah
    Yo, yo, yo
    (RellyMade)
    Mmh, mmh, mmh
    (Oh, yeah, no no)
    (Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga)
    (I ain't never gon' extend my hand) (oh, no no, no)

    Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga
    I ain't never gon' extend my hand
    If we two deep verse your whole block deep
    Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
    Money gon' come like the money gon' go
    All these fake niggas started getting too close
    So I stay with my guys that been by my side
    'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive

    New drip, had to pick up some sauce
    New kicks, I don't care what it cost
    Ruthless, I don't care who lost
    Stupid, I done turned to a boss
    And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
    They don't wanna see the young boy win
    They don't wanna see a young boy win
    They don't wanna see a young boy win

    Where I come from there's a whole lot of gang shit
    As a youngin I just wanted to be famous
    Hopped in the booth to your screen, now we made it
    Other day I was recording in the basement
    Now I pull up to a show in a spaceship
    How you screamin', day one, doin' fake shit?
    Nowadays bad bitches wanna taste it
    Pull up on the S, show love, that be gang shit
    And if they let me in the game, I'ma change it
    Ain't a lot of niggas say ever basic
    Pop it, I'ma stain, Balmains and some Bape shit
    Niggas see me, they ain't never gon' say shit
    Bustdown, ain't never gon' take this
    Money I got, lil' nigga, can't make this
    Countin' blue strips, broke niggas gon' hate this
    Mama so proud, I'ma take her on vacation
    I be goin' hard, remember used to starve
    Remember selling nicks right on the boulevard
    Going downtown, tryna steal a nigga car
    And if I call Tut he'll pull a nigga card
    I don't play the field no more without a hammer
    Brodie on the news, whole face on the camera
    Free all my day one niggas out the slammer
    Opp nigga told, black and white, he a panda
    Got me finna run up in his crib like I'm Santa
    All of this designer got me broads in Atlanta
    Honestly, I ain't playin' games no more
    And they been on my dick 'til my thing feel sore
    Bitch said I'm trash, shorty, change your drawers
    I ain't worried 'bout you, I ain't worried 'bout me
    I'ma still pop out with a fresh white tee
    With some retro J's and some fresh Nikes

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    Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga
    I ain't never gon' extend my hand
    If we two deep verse your whole block deep
    Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
    Money gon' come like the money gon' go
    All these fake niggas started getting too close
    So I stay with my guys that been by my side
    'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive

    New drip, had to pick up some sauce
    New kicks, I don't care what it cost
    Ruthless, I don't care who lost
    Stupid, I done turned to a boss
    And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
    They don't wanna see the young boy win
    They don't wanna see a young boy win
    They don't wanna see a young boy win

    Check up, they don't wan' see me win
    Flex up, I'ma jump out the gym
    New water, watch that young boy swim
    I got it the harder way like I'm Tim
    In that Maybach, you can't see through the tint
    I ride foreign but bro in a stolie
    Had to make me some plays on my dolie
    Think I made it, these bitches all on me
    No, this is not a chain, this a trophy (hey)
    Boss up, he a baby like Jody (he a baby like Jody)
    Used to go hit a stain for the OZ's (hit a stain for the OZ's)
    When I put on the ice, it be odee
    I'm talking money, put that cash on a threeway
    Doin' the dash on a freeway
    I knew I would get it, they didn't believe me
    Baby, I make it look easy (I make it look easy)
    Your bitch keep callin' and sayin' she need me
    I know she see me with Tjay (I know she see me with Tjay)
    I'm sippin' fours of that drank, movin' slow-mo
    But my whip do the speed race (but my whip do the speed race)
    She wanna link up a ho, that's a no-go
    I been stackin' my cheesecake (I been stackin' my cheesecake)
    Yeah, I get to the racks and I'm above the rim
    Collecting the bag and I do it again

    Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga
    I ain't never gon' extend my hand
    If we two deep verse your whole block deep
    Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
    Money gon' come like the money gon' go
    All these fake niggas started getting too close
    So I stay with my guys that been by my side
    'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive

    New drip, had to pick up some sauce
    New kicks, I don't care what it cost
    Ruthless, I don't care who lost
    Stupid, I done turned to a boss
    And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
    They don't wanna see the young boy win
    They don't wanna see a young boy win
    They don't wanna see a young boy win

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