Ruthless (Freestyle)
(Uh) That shit automatic, watch him do the cha cha
She a certified freak, she let me cream her tatas
I fucking hit her oblique I'm yelling who's your dada (bitch)
I poke her face got her thinking that she's Lady Gaga
The F&N hit your face now you goo goo ga ga (baby)
Range Rover fortified you ain't hitting nada
I play that pussy like a xylophone
My bitch mature she got some mileage on her
And she massage my boner
You won't need a donor
I copped your bitch and gave her back, no I'm not the owner
Hundred round drum will hit your back, that's a matter fact
Double tap, making sure you wacked
Give a fuck where the cameras at
Look how I pull, the feet to the pedal no slow up (uh huh)
I'm fucking her throat
I'm holding her hair like she bout to throw up (uh)
They all like to chatter beretta hit you nigga none of it matter
If I'm stuck in the corner the 40 go back up
The bullets like dreams the memory gon splatter
Nigga who talking now, ski mask walking round
Red bean on your head, bro what's poppin now
They used to run there mouth Mhhhh ain't no talking now
Ain't no walking now, whip cost a hundred thou
I could duck behind a car and blind fire like a piston
Or just incase of COVID
I could snipe you from a distance (Mhh)
He wasn't listening drown him like a christening
Found his body on the road like a blown out Michelin
Black gloves make it hard to find evidence
Sneak up to your residence
(Boom) now you heaven sent
She a certified freak, she let me cream her tatas
I fucking hit her oblique I'm yelling who's your dada (bitch)
I poke her face got her thinking that she's Lady Gaga
The F&N hit your face now you goo goo ga ga (baby)
Range Rover fortified you ain't hitting nada
I play that pussy like a xylophone
My bitch mature she got some mileage on her
And she massage my boner
You won't need a donor
I copped your bitch and gave her back, no I'm not the owner
Hundred round drum will hit your back, that's a matter fact
Double tap, making sure you wacked
Give a fuck where the cameras at
Look how I pull, the feet to the pedal no slow up (uh huh)
I'm fucking her throat
I'm holding her hair like she bout to throw up (uh)
They all like to chatter beretta hit you nigga none of it matter
If I'm stuck in the corner the 40 go back up
The bullets like dreams the memory gon splatter
Nigga who talking now, ski mask walking round
Red bean on your head, bro what's poppin now
They used to run there mouth Mhhhh ain't no talking now
Ain't no walking now, whip cost a hundred thou
I could duck behind a car and blind fire like a piston
Or just incase of COVID
I could snipe you from a distance (Mhh)
He wasn't listening drown him like a christening
Found his body on the road like a blown out Michelin
Black gloves make it hard to find evidence
Sneak up to your residence
(Boom) now you heaven sent
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Writer(s): Dion O'joe, Jack Mallis
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