Bust a Move (Ruthless)
Deadhomies, man you bitches really burnt out
I got the drop on the suckers, they sent the word out
High speed, drag racin' with the bird out
Play ball, give me the pack, and that's a touchdown
(Yeah aight) That's your boy then we'll smoke him too
Shit it's beef with everybody, we gettin' on dude too
I'm doin damage with this tool, i'm hittin' all loose screws
Shit if you think I ain't gon up it, you's a goddamn fool, nigga
So who the fuck think Deezy ain't finna bust?
You better keep the kids inside, 'cause Deezy don't give a fuck
I been snaked a couple times, i'm kind of low on the trust
And bitch I stayed up on yo' side when you had no one to love, bitch
Fuck weird bitches, this shit endless can't get my head around it
A lot of niggas envy, I ain't trippin' I'mma die about it
Oh you mad I took yo' bitch? Nigga go cry about it
I live by the do or die, ain't no time to fight about it
In this life that I'm livin', i'm on my P's and Q's
Niggas bitchin', niggas snitchin' tryna break the rules
I say fuck the politics, who tryna bust a move?
Shit I'm livin' hella ruthless with a attitude
Livin' hella reckless, they don't like it, nigga fuck 'em
Bitch you see these dick and these balls? You better suck 'em
Yeah you got a nigga at home, but you don't love 'em
Shit, shoutout Infant Trophy, I wouldn't place no one above 'em
All these trials and tribulations and i'm still gone get a bag
Bitches talkin' bout this, and bitches talkin' bout that
You shouldn't feel the need to speak if you ain't talkin' bout racks
You bitches bums on yo' ass, y'all ain't gone touch yall a stack
You bitches whack
In this life that I'm livin', i'm on my P's and Q's
Niggas bitchin', niggas snitchin' tryna break the rules
I say fuck the politics, who tryna bust a move?
Shit I'm livin' hella ruthless with a attitude
Livin' hella reckless, who gone come and sit me down?
Niggas pooh-butts, and bitches, yall ain't gone make a sound
The opps know where I stay, when yall gone come and put me down?
Yeah aight, that's what I thought, you niggas know I keep a round
(Fuck them, niggas bums)
(You they friends? You they friends?)
(Them niggas bums)
(Hoe ass niggas)
I got the drop on the suckers, they sent the word out
High speed, drag racin' with the bird out
Play ball, give me the pack, and that's a touchdown
(Yeah aight) That's your boy then we'll smoke him too
Shit it's beef with everybody, we gettin' on dude too
I'm doin damage with this tool, i'm hittin' all loose screws
Shit if you think I ain't gon up it, you's a goddamn fool, nigga
So who the fuck think Deezy ain't finna bust?
You better keep the kids inside, 'cause Deezy don't give a fuck
I been snaked a couple times, i'm kind of low on the trust
And bitch I stayed up on yo' side when you had no one to love, bitch
Fuck weird bitches, this shit endless can't get my head around it
A lot of niggas envy, I ain't trippin' I'mma die about it
Oh you mad I took yo' bitch? Nigga go cry about it
I live by the do or die, ain't no time to fight about it
In this life that I'm livin', i'm on my P's and Q's
Niggas bitchin', niggas snitchin' tryna break the rules
I say fuck the politics, who tryna bust a move?
Shit I'm livin' hella ruthless with a attitude
Livin' hella reckless, they don't like it, nigga fuck 'em
Bitch you see these dick and these balls? You better suck 'em
Yeah you got a nigga at home, but you don't love 'em
Shit, shoutout Infant Trophy, I wouldn't place no one above 'em
All these trials and tribulations and i'm still gone get a bag
Bitches talkin' bout this, and bitches talkin' bout that
You shouldn't feel the need to speak if you ain't talkin' bout racks
You bitches bums on yo' ass, y'all ain't gone touch yall a stack
You bitches whack
In this life that I'm livin', i'm on my P's and Q's
Niggas bitchin', niggas snitchin' tryna break the rules
I say fuck the politics, who tryna bust a move?
Shit I'm livin' hella ruthless with a attitude
Livin' hella reckless, who gone come and sit me down?
Niggas pooh-butts, and bitches, yall ain't gone make a sound
The opps know where I stay, when yall gone come and put me down?
Yeah aight, that's what I thought, you niggas know I keep a round
(Fuck them, niggas bums)
(You they friends? You they friends?)
(Them niggas bums)
(Hoe ass niggas)
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Writer(s): Darrin J Labriel
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