Ruthless (feat. Jay Critch)

No, no
 Lil Tjay, yeah
 Yo, yo, yo
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 Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet little nigga
 I ain't never gon'...
 Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet little nigga
 I ain't never gonna extend my hand
 If we too deep versus the whole block deep
 Swear to God I ain't ever gonna fail my mans
 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 the young boy win
 They don't wanna see the young boy win
 When I come from there's a whole lotta 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" doing 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 lotta niggas saying that I'm a basic
 Pop it, I'ma stain, Balmains and some bape shit
 Niggas see me they ain't ever gon' say shit
 Buss down they ain't never gone take this
 Money I got lil nigga can't make this
 Countin' blue strips broke niggas gonna 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 try to 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 this designer got me broads in Atlanta
 Honestly I ain't playin games no more
 And they be on my dick 'til my thing feel sore
 Bitch said I'm trash shorty change your draws
 I ain't worried 'bout you why you worried about me
 I'ma still popout with a fresh white tee
 With some retro J's and some fresh Nike's
 Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet little nigga
 I ain't never gonna extend my hand
 If we too deep vs the whole block deep
 Swear to god I ain't ever gonna fail my mans
 Money gonna come like the money gonna go
 All these fake niggas started getting too close
 So I stay with my guys that been by my side
 'Cause I know they gone 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 the young boy win
 They don't wanna see the 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 rock foreign but bro in a stolie
 Had to make me some plays on my doli
 Think I made it these bitches all on me
 No, this is not a chain, this a trophy
 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 OD
 I'm talkin money put that cash on a threeway
 Doin' the dash on the freeway
 I knew I would get it they didn't believe me
 Baby, I make it look easy
 Your bitch keep callin' and sayin' she need me
 I know she see me with Tjay
 I'm sippin' fours of the drink moving slow mo'
 But my whip through speed race
 She wanna link up a hoe
 That's a no go
 I be stackin' my cheese cake
 Yeah I get to the racks and I'm up by the rim
 Collecting 'em back and I do it again
 Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet little nigga
 I ain't never gonna extend my hand
 If we too deep versus the whole block deep
 Swear to god I ain't ever gonna fail my mans
 Money gonna come like the money gonna go
 All these fake niggas started getting too close
 So I stay with my guys that been by my side
 'Cause I know they gone 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 the young boy win
 They don't wanna see the young boy win
 No, no
 Gang, gang
 Yeah
 They don't wanna see the young boy win
 No, no
 Yeah, yeah
 Gang, gang, gang, gang