p.t – ruthless lyrics
b+tch, i’m ruthless
strippin’ n+ggas naked on the block, now he shoeless
tryna push up on me like a n+gga, ain’t gon’ shoot this
pillow talkin’ to them hoes, he got loose lips ayy
don’t slip again, no
if the whip ain’t got no tints i ain’t gettin’ in
main b+tch cheatin’, so i turn into a pimp again
stick on my hip, cause my pockets, it ain’t fittin’ in
i got k!llers, all you got is shooters
nina on me
call that b+tch domestic violence, she abusive
keep a pound blow it in a wood, that sh+t be therapeutic
she keep runnin’ from the d+ck, but i ain’t tryna hear excuses
bad b+tch, she a thief, she be really boostin
i ain’t f+ckin’ with you n+ggas, i be really boolin
sl!ck talk when i spit, like a n+gga droolin
snakе n+gga on the block, who you think you foolin’
n+ggas talkin’ bout they jammin’ with the pro mag
boy, you nеver ever shot a pole and you know that
same gun in every video, we call that sh+t a throwback
better have it on you when they catch you or it’s toe tag
really, i ain’t do it, but i’m rollin’ up this st++zy pack
and i’ma keep on smokin’ till they told me they brought st++zy back
i’m climbin’ to the top and n+ggas know that’s where the leeches at
thick b+tch in georgia, yeah, you know that’s where the peaches at
only time he did a drill or ever pop sh+t is all up in his raps
told lil brody, it’s a plot twist, i hit his b+tch
she gave a n+gga top and we did not kiss
suckers try to get me, i thank god that them shots missed
stone cold, no steve austin, but i rock sh+t
free my n+gga nico, he went down for tryna pop sh+t
rats in these streets, keep it solid, they do not mix
n+ggas started tellin’, but we knew they was on cop sh+t
it ain’t sh+t for me to c+ck and let that semi work
lil’ hoe want a lil’ d+ck, i told her, give me purse
i’ma cut her off because she always put her feelings first
keep on playin’ with me, i’ma leave her with her feelings hurt
my n+ggas died in these streets, rip them n+ggas
so if them suckers say it’s funk, i believe them n+ggas
i’ll shoot my brother if that boy committin’ treason, n+gga
how you with the suckers? you was down, they wasn’t feedin’ n+ggas
n+ggas wanna try me, i’m on fire, keep a bic with me
she ain’t got no dough, i told her, i ain’t bring no d+ck with me
yeah, the homie switched, i shoulda knew he had some b+tch in him
n+ggas want me dead, i swear to god, i keep a stick with me
f+ck the suckers, i’ma scream it till i die
either i’ma go out shootin’ or i put one in the sky
hatin’ on a n+gga, b+tch, i’m hotter than july
big heater on me, homie, that’ll change a n+gga life
aye
b+tch, i’m ruthless, strippin’ n+ggas naked on the block
now he shoeless, tryna push up on me like a n+gga ain’t gon’ shoot this
pillow talkin’ to them hoes, he got loose lips
aye
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