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Ruthless (Explicit) - Lil Tjay/Jay Critch
Lyrics by：Lil Tjay/Relly Made/Jason Critchlow
Composed by：Lil Tjay/Relly Made/Jason Critchlow
Lil Tjay：
No no
Lil Tjay yeah
Yo yo yo
RellyMade
Two three bands and you thinking s**t sweet little n***a
I ain't never gon'
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 n***as 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
Where I come from there's a whole lot of gang s**t
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 s**t
Nowadays bad b***hes wanna taste it
Pull up on the S show love that be gang s**t
And if they let me in the game I'ma change it
Ain't a lot of n***as say ever basic
Pop it I'ma stain Balmains and some Bape s**t
N***as see me they ain't never gon' say s**t
Bustdown ain't never gon' take this
Money I got lil' n***a can't make this
Countin' blue strips broke n***as 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 n***a car
And if I call Tut he'll pull a n***a 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 n***as out the slammer
Opp n***a 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 d**k 'til my thing feel sore
B***h 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
Jay Critch：
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 b***hes all on me
No this is not a chain this a trophy
Hey
Boss up he a baby like Jody
Used to go 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
Your b***h keep callin' and sayin' she need me
I know she see me with Tjay
I'm sippin' fours of that drank movin' slow-mo
But my whip do the speed race
She wanna link up a ho that's a no-go
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
Gang gang
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Gang gang gang gang