Ruthless Freestyle
For getting this in a way of marrying the money
Sheesh
(Listen)
You can't fuck with me on any level, Blanco, look
I catch a opp doing dirty (dirty)
All of the thotties prefer me (yeah)
Her body is slim but she curvy (curvy)
She giving me brain 'cause she nerdy (hoo)
I pop me a Voov when I'm thirsty (ay)
I had to put down the perkys (yeah)
My youngin' is 20 but he got a 30
Warrior shootin' like Curry
Back up the Lambo in traffic
I sit at home see a catfish (catfish)
The money can't fit in a bag
Can't fuck with a bitch if she average
My youngin' shoot like he play for the Mavericks
They know I designer the fabric (yeah)
Countin' blue hunnids a habit (yeah, yeah)
I'm in L.A. living lavish, look, lavish (I'm in L.A. living lavish)
I had to gigi the scale
We send that shit in the mail
It was ten but the youngin' pale (pale)
Recorded attempt and we posted his bail (bail)
All of my ops is just pussy and frail (frail)
I just be winning they pray that I fail, yeah, (pray that I fail), pray that I fail
But I prevail I'm counting my blessings (I'm counting my blessings)
My enemy stressin'
Watch what you speak on we doin' recon (we doin' recon)
Fully inside of the Nissan
Youngin' will hunt 'til the beef gone (beef gone)
We catch a rapper and we put the beats on
We ain't makin' no music
Pourin' this wok in my cup I been tainting the fluid
Get in my way I get ruthless I flame on 'em like Tatom I do it
I back up the Lambo swerving (swerving) I feel like Rambo purgin' (purgin')
30 on me in a foreign interior amorage
Kickin' the door off the door hinge
Liquor we pouring, get high 'til I'm soaring
Trap by time you think I was tourin'
She blowin' me up I'm ignorin'
'Cause last time we, we
'Cause last time we fucked it was boring
You're actually taking me for a dickhead
Like, I don't know if it's because you felt like
You got a sold out show in London or
Because you was in tape with the mandem
I really don't know, but you're definitely taking me for a dickhead
Like you're in take with bad dead things
And you got a painting at home
Like it is what it is though
I'm gonna see you
Be safe my G
Sheesh
(Listen)
You can't fuck with me on any level, Blanco, look
I catch a opp doing dirty (dirty)
All of the thotties prefer me (yeah)
Her body is slim but she curvy (curvy)
She giving me brain 'cause she nerdy (hoo)
I pop me a Voov when I'm thirsty (ay)
I had to put down the perkys (yeah)
My youngin' is 20 but he got a 30
Warrior shootin' like Curry
Back up the Lambo in traffic
I sit at home see a catfish (catfish)
The money can't fit in a bag
Can't fuck with a bitch if she average
My youngin' shoot like he play for the Mavericks
They know I designer the fabric (yeah)
Countin' blue hunnids a habit (yeah, yeah)
I'm in L.A. living lavish, look, lavish (I'm in L.A. living lavish)
I had to gigi the scale
We send that shit in the mail
It was ten but the youngin' pale (pale)
Recorded attempt and we posted his bail (bail)
All of my ops is just pussy and frail (frail)
I just be winning they pray that I fail, yeah, (pray that I fail), pray that I fail
But I prevail I'm counting my blessings (I'm counting my blessings)
My enemy stressin'
Watch what you speak on we doin' recon (we doin' recon)
Fully inside of the Nissan
Youngin' will hunt 'til the beef gone (beef gone)
We catch a rapper and we put the beats on
We ain't makin' no music
Pourin' this wok in my cup I been tainting the fluid
Get in my way I get ruthless I flame on 'em like Tatom I do it
I back up the Lambo swerving (swerving) I feel like Rambo purgin' (purgin')
30 on me in a foreign interior amorage
Kickin' the door off the door hinge
Liquor we pouring, get high 'til I'm soaring
Trap by time you think I was tourin'
She blowin' me up I'm ignorin'
'Cause last time we, we
'Cause last time we fucked it was boring
You're actually taking me for a dickhead
Like, I don't know if it's because you felt like
You got a sold out show in London or
Because you was in tape with the mandem
I really don't know, but you're definitely taking me for a dickhead
Like you're in take with bad dead things
And you got a painting at home
Like it is what it is though
I'm gonna see you
Be safe my G
Credits
Writer(s): Charley Mason, Myles Hadley Lockwood
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