Ruthless

(альбом: On My Momma - 2017)

[Lul G & Daboii:]
RBE x SOB Mane that's the gang mane
Fuck you suckas for you other niggas
I ain't fuckin wit'

A big Glock make this bitch sing nigga, high notes
Tweeting like he on me, I don't trip off the typos
Hoes jump around with the clique, I don't like toes
Fuck taking breaks, I ain't stopping till the mic gone

[Daboii:]
Real P with the strap
Sending shells, nigga mac round
Talking like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out

Royal rumble, big 40 bullets pack ya out
What I smoke make a nigga hold his ears, cause it's that loud
Niggas on my dick
Ride around with the semi cocked
Trynna live this life, but I can't like I'm in a box
Bad lil bitch, yeah I spit in twat
She my bottom bitch I just love when she give me top
Strap got the flash, you get found like Dory
Gotta chase a bag, 'cause that broke shit bore me
Choosing fee the high broke bitch can't afford me
Lil nigga, big chop, what the fuck think I'm Norbit
I ain't getting in a whip, if it's not tinted
Feds tryna build a case, I am not wit' it
If the cat gotta fee I will not rent it
And stop talking out yo mouth I will not listen

Real P with the strap
Sending shells, nigga mac round
Talking like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out

[Yhung T.O:]
If I go down plead the fifth
Then I won't make a sound
If I hit it once, you gon' wanna go rounds
Nah baby can't take no chances
No love, ain't no romancing
My Glock hold 30 no jamming
1 up top, head shots, no dandruff

Fuck the cops trynna shoot a nigga dead
Fuck Trump want a nigga in the Feds
If I kill a cop I'm a do life
Told my lawyer beat the case
All he wanted was the bread
I'm a young wild nigga, and we young, and we reckless
I talk from the heart, somewhere hidden is a message
I don't fuck with ops, buy Glocks for investments
To pass to the homies
Run up they'll stretch ya
Don't know what I'm thinking cause my mind way different
When niggas say my name then the crime rate different
I've been bust down, ice in the watch face different
Red bottom walking
Red Hi-Tech sipping
Still posted in the hood nigga
Still sending shots broad day, like it's good nigga
Got a down bitch and I'm good
Still going through the pain
Facing cooks in the wood nigga
Last year it was all a vision nigga
Speaking on G, whole gang get to tripping nigga
Speaking on Sheik, whole gang get to tripping nigga
Speaking on me, family members get to missing nigga
Lighting shit, like Christmas nigga
Sliding with a chop, same size as a midget nigga
Old hoes sour like lemon nigga
Main bitch straight
What she want she can get it nigga
What she want she can get it nigga
And my momma straight
What she want she can get it nigga
If you want you can get it nigga
Sliding down blocks, saying that we gone visit nigga
See a op I'm a knock a nigga down
Mix carbohydrates wit' the ounce

If I go down plead the fifth
Then I won't make a sound
If I hit it once, she gone wanna go rounds
Nah baby can't take no chances
No love and no romance
My Glock hold 30 no jamming
1 up top, head shots, no dandruff

[Daboii:]
Real P with the strap
Sending shells, nigga mac round
Talking like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out