Lyrics Ruthless - Yhung T.O., DaBoii

Ruthless

RBE x SOB Mane that’s the gang mane
Fuck you suckas for you other niggas
I ain’t fuckin wit'
A big Glock make this bitch sing nigga, high notes
Tweetin' like he on me, I don’t trip off the typos
Hoes jump around with the clique, I don’t like toes
Fuck takin' breaks, I ain’t stoppin' till the mic gone
Real P with the strap
Sendin' shells, nigga mac round
Talkin' like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out
Royal rumble, big 40 bullets pack ya out
What I smoke make a nigga hold his ears, cause it’s that loud
Niggas on my dick
Ride around with the semi cocked
Trynna live this life, but I can’t like I’m in a box
Bad lil bitch, yeah I spit in twat
She my bottom bitch I just love when she give me top
Strap got the flash, you get found like Dory
Gotta chase a bag, 'cause that broke shit bore me
Choosin' fee the high broke bitch can’t afford me
Lil nigga, big chop, what the fuck think I’m Norbit
I ain’t gettin' in a whip, if it’s not tinted
Feds tryna build a case, I am not wit' it
If the cat gotta fee I will not rent it
And stop talkin' out yo mouth I will not listen
Real P with the strap
Sendin' shells, nigga mac round
Talkin' like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out
If I go down plead the fifth
Then I won’t make a sound
If I hit it once, you gon' wanna go rounds
Nah baby can’t take no chances
No love, ain’t no romancin'
My Glock hold 30 no jammin'
1 up top, head shots, no dandruff
Fuck the cops trynna shoot a nigga dead
Fuck Trump want a nigga in the Feds
If I kill a cop I’m a do life
Told my lawyer beat the case
All he wanted was the bread
I’m a young wild nigga, and we young, and we reckless
I talk from the heart, somewhere hidden is a message
I don’t fuck with opps, buy Glocks for investments
To pass to the homies
Run up they’ll stretch ya
Don’t know what I’m thinkin' cause my mind way different
When niggas say my name then the crime rate different
I’ve been bust down, ice in the watch face different
Red bottom walkin'
Red Hi-Tech sippin'
Still posted in the hood nigga
Still sendin' shots broad day, like it’s good nigga
Got a down bitch and I’m good
Still goin' through the pain
Facin' cooks in the wood nigga
Last year it was all a vision nigga
Speakin' on G, whole gang get to trippin' nigga
Speakin' on Sheik, whole gang get to trippin' nigga
Speakin' on me, family members get to missin' nigga
Lightin' shit, like Christmas nigga
Slidin' with a chop, same size as a midget nigga
Old hoes sour like lemon nigga
Main bitch straight
What she want she can get it nigga
What she want she can get it nigga
And my momma straight
What she want she can get it nigga
If you want you can get it nigga
Slidin' down blocks, sayin' that we gone visit nigga
See a op I’m a knock a nigga down
Mix carbohydrates wit' the ounce
If I go down plead the fifth
Then I won’t make a sound
If I hit it once, she gone wanna go rounds
Nah baby can’t take no chances
No love and no romance
My Glock hold 30 no jammin'
1 up top, head shots, no dandruff
Real P with the strap
Sendin' shells, nigga mac round
Talkin' like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out