Lil Tjay

"Ruthless"

[Intro: Lil Tjay]
No, no
Lil Tjay, yeah
Yo, yo, yo
RellyMade
Two, three bands and you thinking sh*t sweet, little n*gga
I ain't never gon'...

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Two, three bands and you thinking sh*t sweet, little n*gga
I ain't never gon' extend my hand
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
All these fake n*ggas started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
New drip, had to pick up some sauce
New kicks, I don't care what it cost
Ruthless, I don't care who lost
Stupid, I done turned to a boss
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
Where I come from there's a whole lot of gang sh*t
As a youngin I just wanted to be famous
Hopped in the booth to your screen, now we made it
Other day I was recording in the basement
Now I pull up to a show in a spaceship
How you screamin', "Day one," doin' fake sh*t?
Nowadays bad b*tches wanna taste it
Pull up on the S, show love, that be gang sh*t
And if they let me in the game, I'ma change it
Ain't a lot of n*ggas say ever basic
Pop it, I'ma stain, Balmains and some Bape sh*t
n*ggas see me, they ain't never gon' say sh*t
Bustdown, ain't never gon' take this
Money I got, lil' n*gga, can't make this
Countin' blue strips, broke n*ggas gon' hate this
Mama so proud, I'ma take her on vacation
I be goin' hard, remember used to starve
Remember selling nicks right on the boulevard
Going downtown, tryna steal a n*gga car
And if I call Tut he'll pull a n*gga card
I don't play the field no more without a hammer
Brodie on the news, whole face on the camera
Free all my day one n*ggas out the slammer
Opp n*gga told, black and white, he a panda
Got me finna run up in his crib like I'm Santa
All of this designer got me broads in Atlanta
Honestly, I ain't playin' games no more
And they been on my di*k 'til my thing feel sore
b*tch said I'm trash, shorty, change your drawers
I ain't worried 'bout you, I ain't worried 'bout me
I'ma still pop out with a fresh white tee
With some retro J's and some fresh Nikes

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Two, three bands and you thinking sh*t sweet, little n*gga
I ain't never gon' extend my hand
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
All these fake n*ggas started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
New drip, had to pick up some sauce
New kicks, I don't care what it cost
Ruthless, I don't care who lost
Stupid, I done turned to a boss
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Check up, they don't wan' see me win
Flex up, I'ma jump out the gym
New water, watch that young boy swim
I got it the harder way like I'm Tim
In that Maybach, you can't see through the tint
I ride foreign but bro in a stolie
Had to make me some plays on my dolie
Think I made it, these b*tches all on me
No, this is not a chain, this a trophy (Hey)
Boss up, he a baby like Jody
Used to go hit a stain for the OZ's
When I put on the ice, it be odee
I'm talking money, put that cash on a threeway
Doin' the dash on a freeway
I knew I would get it, they didn't believe me
Baby, I make it look easy
Your b*tch keep callin' and sayin' she need me
I know she see me with Tjay
I'm sippin' fours of that drank, movin' slow-mo
But my whip do the speed race
She wanna link up a ho, that's a no-go
I been stackin' my cheesecake
Yeah, I get to the racks and I'm above the rim
Collecting the bag and I do it again

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Two, three bands and you thinking sh*t sweet, little n*gga
I ain't never gon' extend my hand
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
All these fake n*ggas started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
New drip, had to pick up some sauce
New kicks, I don't care what it cost
Ruthless, I don't care who lost
Stupid, I done turned to a boss
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see the young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win
They don't wanna see a young boy win

[Outro: Lil Tjay]
No, no
Gang, gang
Yeah
They don't wanna see the young boy win
No, no
Yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, gang, gang

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