文本歌词

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
With some retro J's and some fresh Nikes
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
Jay Critch：
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 ride foreign but bro in a stolie
Had to make me some plays on my dolie
Think I made it these b***hes all on me
No this is not a chain this a trophy
Hey
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 odee
I'm talking money put that cash on a threeway
Doin' the dash on a freeway
I knew I would get it they didn't believe me
Baby I make it look easy
Your b***h keep callin' and sayin' she need me
I know she see me with Tjay
I'm sippin' fours of that drank movin' slow-mo
But my whip do the speed race
She wanna link up a ho that's a no-go
I been stackin' my cheesecake
Yeah I get to the racks and I'm above the rim
Collecting the bag and I do it again
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：
No no
Gang gang
Yeah
They don't wanna see the young boy win
No no
Yeah yeah
Gang gang gang gang