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Lyrics: Lil TJay 「Lyrics」 – Ruthless

No, no
Lil Tjay, yeah
Yo, yo, yo
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Lil TJay 「Lyrics」 – Ruthless

No, no

Lil Tjay, yeah

Yo, yo, yo

RellyMade

Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga

I ain’t never gon’…

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Two, three bands and you thinking shit sweet, little nigga

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 niggas 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 shit

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 shit?

Nowadays bad bitches wanna taste it

Pull up on the S, show love, that be gang shit

And if they let me in the game, I’ma change it

Ain’t a lot of niggas say ever basic

Pop it, I’ma stain, Balmains and some Bape shit

Niggas see me, they ain’t never gon’ say shit

Bustdown, ain’t never gon’ take this

Money I got, lil’ nigga, can’t make this

Countin’ blue strips, broke niggas 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 nigga car

And if I call Tut he’ll pull a nigga 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 niggas out the slammer

Opp nigga 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 dick ’til my thing feel sore

Bitch 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 shit sweet, little nigga

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 niggas 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 bitches 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 bitch 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 shit sweet, little nigga

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 niggas 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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