Ruthless(Explicit)

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'

Lil Tjay：

Two three bands and you thinking s**t sweet little n***a

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

Lil Tjay：

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

Lil Tjay：

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