- Jay Critch Ruthless 歌詞
- Lil Tjay Jay Critch
- Lil Tjay
2, 3 bands and you thinking **** sweet little *****
I ain't never gonna extend my hand
2, 3 bands and you thinking **** sweet little *****
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 man
Money gonna come like the money gonna go
All these fake *****s 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
When I come up there's a whole lotta gang ****
As a youngin I just wanted to be famous
Hopped in the booth til we screamed that we made it
Other day I was recording in the ba*****t
Now I pull up to a show in a spaceship
How you screaming day 1 doing fake ****
Nowadays bad *** **** wanna taste it
Pull up on the S show love that be gang ****
And if they let me in the game Ima change it
Ain't a lotta **** *s saying that I'm basic
Pop out I'm a stain Balmain and some Bape ****
*****s see me they ain't ever gonna say ****
Buss down they ain't never gone take this
Money I got lil ***** can't make this
Counting blue strips broke *****s gonna hate this
Momma so proud I'ma take her on vacation
I be goin hard
Remember used to starve
Remember selling nicks right on the boulevard
Goin downtown try to steal a ***** car
And if I call Tut he'll pull a ***** card
I don't play the field no more without the hammer
Brodie on the news whole face on the camera
Free all my day 1 *****s out the slammer
Opp ***** told black and white he a panda
Got me finna run up in his crib like I'm Santa
All this 'designer1 got me broads in Atlanta
Honestly I ain't playin games no more
And they be on my * *** 'til my thing feel sore
***** said I'm trash shorty change your drawers
I ain't worried about you why you worried about me
I'ma still pop- out with a fresh white tee
With some retro J's and some fresh Nike's
2, 3 bands and you thinking **** sweet little *****
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 *****s 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 wanna 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 doli1
Think I made it these ******* all on me
Now they say that chain is a trophy
Boss up he a baby like jodi
Used to go hit a stain for the oz
When I put on the ice it be OD
I'm talkin money putting cash on the three way
Doin' the dash on the freeway
I knew I would get it they didn't believe me
Baby I make it look easy
Your ***** keep callin and sayin she need me
I know she see me with Tjay
I'm sipping 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
Collectin' em back and I do it again
2, 3 bands and you thinking **** sweet little *****
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 *****s 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
They don't wanna see the young boy win
No no, gang gang gang gang gang gang
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