Ruthless Lyrics - Jay Critch

Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet little nigga 

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 

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When I come up there's a whole lotta gang shit 

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 basement 

Now I pull up to a show in a spaceship 

How you screaming day ine 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 basic 

Pop out I'm a stain Balmain and some bape shit 

Niggas see me they ain't ever gonna say shit 

Buss down they ain't never gone take this 

Money I got lil nigga can't make this 

Counting blue strips broke niggas 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 

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 the 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 about 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 

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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 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 doli 

Think I made it these bitches 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 

Doing 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 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 

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 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