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2 ruthless - mg sleepy lyrics lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1]
honestly, i don’t even rap, i just talk stupid
b+tch, i don’t fall in love, told her call cupid
pop a n+gga then i’m switchin’ clips, i’ll reshoot you
brodie quick, he shootin’ off the dribble but we not hoopin’

[verse 2]
sold his ass some fake runtz, now he look stupid
i don’t know why n+ggas got them guns ’cause they ain’t gon’ use it
i can’t ride with lil’ bro ’cause he too ruthless
pop a n+gga while we on the road, now we reroutin’ (ayy)
slide down an opp block, hope i see a n+gga
same place i caught him is where i’ma leave a n+gga
she said if i cheat on her, she gon’ leave a n+gga
lil’ bougie b+tch act like she don’t need a n+gga

[verse 3]
hold on
’cause i don’t see a n+gga
n+ggas broke as h+ll, i wouldn’t wanna be you n+ggas
beat a n+gga ass, i f+ck around and meep a n+gga
twin glocks in the whip, venus and serena, n+gga
[verse 4]
heard they tryna beef with us, that’s like you fightin’ demons, n+gga
twin glocks in the whip, we’d start deletin’ n+ggas
it’s like my eyes closed, i don’t never see these n+ggas
load up all the glocks and get to spinnin’ like a cd, n+gga
this a freestyle off the head, i ain’t write this
my gun don’t like n+ggas like a dyk+, b+tch
same n+ggas gettin’ took down, what the hype is
instagram beefin’+ass n+ggas tryna type sh+t

[verse 5]
d+mn, i got a warrant, i’m a flight risk
got a refridgerator with no food, this where the pint live
brodie sellin’ tenths for five, i need like six
rob a n+gga ‘fore he got to use it, he gon’ die p+ssed

[verse 6]
hold on, please do not believe the hype, b+tch
we comin’ off the top, me and my n+ggas didn’t write sh+t
30 hangin’ out the glock, that’s a sidekick
i put the cheese up in the attic where the mice live

[interlude]
you said you gon’ put the cheese where the mice live?

[verse 7]
hit a n+gga up, no, they can’t save him
before i ever go and write a statement, they could hang me
no, i ain’t got grams for ten thanks to bank3
spin a n+gga block then double back, that’s a repeat
made it disappear, now they sayin’ i got buddhoo
we don’t trust b+tches at the stu’ thanks to lulu
n+ggas sayin in they music, that sh+t doo+doo
i could f+ck your b+tch at the crib watchin’ hulu
[verse 8]
i know how to get a b+tch to f+ck me, shoutout baby d
eatin’ jerk dinners in the room watchin’ open preach
b+tch, i’ve been runnin’ up a check since my abcs
we all players in the game, ain’t no coachin’ me

- 2 ruthless lyrics

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