ruthless
Whew
Bop-bop, bow, bang
Uh, what? What?
Ayy (man, what the fuck goin' on, majins?)
Eliantte for my watch, had to Mason the Rollie (woah)
Catch that boy out with his friends, then we makin' him lonely (yeah)
That's your ho? I took your bitch, now we makin' a movie (what?)
This ho flew me to L.A. and he payin' for coochie (let's get it)
Brodie pull up where you stay and he sprayin' the Uzi (brrat)
Fucked her, kicked her out the crib now she sayin' I'm ruthless (what?)
This ho tryna set me up, guess she thinkin' I'm stupid (what?)
These boys tryna ride our wave, yeah, we makin' a movement (let's go)
He want smoke, then bitch, I'm ready
I just bought a presi' (yeah)
That's your hoe, then why she text me?
'Cause I got the fetti (yeah)
We got sticks up in Chanelly, we tote automatics (yeah)
Yeah, we send that boy to Heaven
Yeah, we caught 'em lackin' (buh)
Watch me count my rackies up, I love to stack it up (I love to, what?)
Your lil' ho gon' tap me up, eat me like caviar (like what?)
Smokin' strong, that Kelly, yeah
Up in the telly, yeah (up in what?)
He ain't never run it up, that boy a failure (ain't no way)
Said he tryna run up, I'ma let him (what?)
Who that boy? I'm feelin' paranoid, I ain't feelin' 'em (ain't no way)
Big and bad, think he a scary boy, brodie killin' 'em (yeah, yeah)
What's that on your wrist?
Ain't real ice, it ain't chill enough (no)
Eliantte for my watch, had to Mason the Rollie (woah)
Catch that boy out with his friends, then we makin' him lonely (yeah)
That's your hoe? I took your bitch, now we makin' a movie (what?)
This ho flew me to L.A. and he payin' for coochie (let's get it)
Brodie pull up where you stay and he sprayin' the Uzi (brrat)
Fucked her, kicked her out the crib now she sayin' I'm ruthless (what?)
This hoe tryna set me up, guess she thinkin' I'm stupid (what?)
These boys tryna ride our wave, yeah, we makin' a movement (let's go)
Bop-bop, bow, bang
Uh, what? What?
Ayy (man, what the fuck goin' on, majins?)
Eliantte for my watch, had to Mason the Rollie (woah)
Catch that boy out with his friends, then we makin' him lonely (yeah)
That's your ho? I took your bitch, now we makin' a movie (what?)
This ho flew me to L.A. and he payin' for coochie (let's get it)
Brodie pull up where you stay and he sprayin' the Uzi (brrat)
Fucked her, kicked her out the crib now she sayin' I'm ruthless (what?)
This ho tryna set me up, guess she thinkin' I'm stupid (what?)
These boys tryna ride our wave, yeah, we makin' a movement (let's go)
He want smoke, then bitch, I'm ready
I just bought a presi' (yeah)
That's your hoe, then why she text me?
'Cause I got the fetti (yeah)
We got sticks up in Chanelly, we tote automatics (yeah)
Yeah, we send that boy to Heaven
Yeah, we caught 'em lackin' (buh)
Watch me count my rackies up, I love to stack it up (I love to, what?)
Your lil' ho gon' tap me up, eat me like caviar (like what?)
Smokin' strong, that Kelly, yeah
Up in the telly, yeah (up in what?)
He ain't never run it up, that boy a failure (ain't no way)
Said he tryna run up, I'ma let him (what?)
Who that boy? I'm feelin' paranoid, I ain't feelin' 'em (ain't no way)
Big and bad, think he a scary boy, brodie killin' 'em (yeah, yeah)
What's that on your wrist?
Ain't real ice, it ain't chill enough (no)
Eliantte for my watch, had to Mason the Rollie (woah)
Catch that boy out with his friends, then we makin' him lonely (yeah)
That's your hoe? I took your bitch, now we makin' a movie (what?)
This ho flew me to L.A. and he payin' for coochie (let's get it)
Brodie pull up where you stay and he sprayin' the Uzi (brrat)
Fucked her, kicked her out the crib now she sayin' I'm ruthless (what?)
This hoe tryna set me up, guess she thinkin' I'm stupid (what?)
These boys tryna ride our wave, yeah, we makin' a movement (let's go)
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Elijah Policard, Semaj Nelson
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