Ruthless (feat. Jay Critch)

No, no Lil Tjay, yeah Yo, yo, yo RellyMade 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