Lil Tjay - Ruthless lyrics

[Intro: Lil Tjay] No, no Lil Tjay, yeah Yo, yo, yo RellyMade Two, three bands and you thinking sh** sweet, little n***a I ain't never gon'... [Pre-Chorus: Lil Tjay] Two, three bands and you thinking sh** sweet, little n***a 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***as 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** 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**? Nowadays bad b**hes wanna taste it Pull up on the S, show love, that be gang sh** And if they let me in the game, I'ma change it Ain't a lot of n***as say ever basic Pop it, I'ma stain, Balmains and some Bape sh** n***as see me, they ain't never gon' say sh** Bustdown, ain't never gon' take this Money I got, lil' n***a, can't make this Countin' blue strips, broke n***as 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***a car And if I call Tut he'll pull a n***a 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***as out the slammer Opp n***a 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 b**h 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** sweet, little n***a 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***as 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**hes 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**h 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** sweet, little n***a 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***as 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