Ruthless
That lil bitch celebrated victory too fucking soon
I'm in a Maybach, lurking with a chop and all my goons
Fighting cases, in and out that bitch
Fucking who I choose
Man, I'm looking round, all these faces
Man, who is you
Yeah, I'm pushing through
I'm breaking bands, selling crack, got Jimmy Choo's
I'm on his ass listening to catchy bars and tunes
Aye, Me and Bill$ making bands on bands on bands
All these bitches on my dick, screaming "hands on hands"
All these crackers tryna be me
Y'all some fucking fans
I fucked your bitch, yeah she kept it on the low
He asked me how many times we did it
Uh, Four
Screaming "Yeah, Robin man you the fucking goat"
I said "Bitch shut the fuck up and keep giving dome"
Only 16, but I fuck your bitch like I'm a pro
Smoking bags full of gas, yeah that fucking dope
Uh
Uh
I'm so high up I see the stars
Them shit's gold
And when it's time for setting up, I got a couple hoes
If you telling, you gotta go
Should've known
I'm like Mike Tyson in the ring, you need saving, call the pope
Got a slimy lil bitch and I think she stained my coat
It's cool though, 'cause she know not to ever break the code
I'm sorry baby, but me and Bill$ ruthless
Should've known
Fuck with us and you gon' end up toothless
You needa gold
No mercy for these niggas six-feet down below
I love you baby, you my world
Just to let you know
And when the pressure hit, I stand
Yeah, I'll never fold
Yeah I think my heart
Caugh
Caugh
Caugh
Caught a cold
Cold hearted nigga, show no remorse
You know the gang only eat meals full course
When I die, remember me
Sincerely, Truly yours
Bae, I need a taste
All these young niggas dying, what a fucking waste
So much talent being wasted, shoutout Andrew Tate
Man, you lil niggas bitches, always taking bait
In a fast ass whip, but always staying safe
Always thinking about my momma and the family plate
I'm only getting started
Yeah, I'm never late
Man stop all that crime, I'm not into that
Day by day, eating steak
Pockets getting fat
Yeah, bitch I'm a dog, fuck all the pussy cats
Yeah, Bitch I'm ruthless
Slam that pussy on the floor, I leave him toothless
Self-made since day one, check the blueprints
Keep my feelings on the low, them hoes exclusive
I'm in a Maybach, lurking with a chop and all my goons
Fighting cases, in and out that bitch
Fucking who I choose
Man, I'm looking round, all these faces
Man, who is you
Yeah, I'm pushing through
I'm breaking bands, selling crack, got Jimmy Choo's
I'm on his ass listening to catchy bars and tunes
Aye, Me and Bill$ making bands on bands on bands
All these bitches on my dick, screaming "hands on hands"
All these crackers tryna be me
Y'all some fucking fans
I fucked your bitch, yeah she kept it on the low
He asked me how many times we did it
Uh, Four
Screaming "Yeah, Robin man you the fucking goat"
I said "Bitch shut the fuck up and keep giving dome"
Only 16, but I fuck your bitch like I'm a pro
Smoking bags full of gas, yeah that fucking dope
Uh
Uh
I'm so high up I see the stars
Them shit's gold
And when it's time for setting up, I got a couple hoes
If you telling, you gotta go
Should've known
I'm like Mike Tyson in the ring, you need saving, call the pope
Got a slimy lil bitch and I think she stained my coat
It's cool though, 'cause she know not to ever break the code
I'm sorry baby, but me and Bill$ ruthless
Should've known
Fuck with us and you gon' end up toothless
You needa gold
No mercy for these niggas six-feet down below
I love you baby, you my world
Just to let you know
And when the pressure hit, I stand
Yeah, I'll never fold
Yeah I think my heart
Caugh
Caugh
Caugh
Caught a cold
Cold hearted nigga, show no remorse
You know the gang only eat meals full course
When I die, remember me
Sincerely, Truly yours
Bae, I need a taste
All these young niggas dying, what a fucking waste
So much talent being wasted, shoutout Andrew Tate
Man, you lil niggas bitches, always taking bait
In a fast ass whip, but always staying safe
Always thinking about my momma and the family plate
I'm only getting started
Yeah, I'm never late
Man stop all that crime, I'm not into that
Day by day, eating steak
Pockets getting fat
Yeah, bitch I'm a dog, fuck all the pussy cats
Yeah, Bitch I'm ruthless
Slam that pussy on the floor, I leave him toothless
Self-made since day one, check the blueprints
Keep my feelings on the low, them hoes exclusive
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Writer(s): Robin Avelar
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