[Intro: Quezz Ruthless]
(BandPlay)
Uh
Uh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Grim Reaper Gang
Bitch ass nigga (Uh, yeah, uh)
[Chorus: Quezz Ruthless]
Yeah, uh
We got them sticks in the party, so don't be retarded
Ain’t trust so we gon' get it poppin'
Not like these rap niggas, these niggas fake and they flodgin’
They know they ain't chalk 'em a body
Rich nigga ridin' round with choppas, I'm smokin' Biscotti, 'bout twenty racks stuffed in my pocket
I was just stuck on the block, now we board on the yacht
They like, "Damn, he took off like a rocket"
Old bitches callin' my phone ’cause they see that I’m on, I'm the talk of thе town, I’m the topic
Ion't even answеr the phone and I leave 'em on read, you could say that the young nigga cocky
We put this bread on your head, have them young niggas spinnin' while we somewhere gettin’ some massages
Even though I'm rich and ruthless, my bitch bad and boujee, too thick, never seen nothing like her
[Verse 1: Big Scarr]
Uh, you play with the gang, you in danger
Give him a headshot, now watch the ER pick his brains up
Double R gang, they can't tame us
I hit the bitch from the front and the back, different angles, now she keep bringing my name up
My shirt, it say Christian Dior, but my jacket Palm Angel
Amiri jean, it not Wranglers
Hitters pull up, I hop out with them sticks, Power Ranger
Ninja mask so they can't blame us
Still'll pop out and go slide like a nigga ain't famous
Still in the hood on that gang shit
Don't fuck with rappers, these niggas, they always on lame shit
Hop in the 'Cat, watch me lane switch
The money ain't do nothing but made a young nigga more painless
Reach for this ice, leave you famous
[Chorus: Quezz Ruthless]
Uh
We got them sticks in the party, so don't be retarded
Ain't trust so we gon' get it poppin'
Not like these rap niggas, these niggas fake and they flodgin'
They know they ain't chalk 'em a body
Rich nigga ridin' round with choppas, I'm smokin' Biscotti, 'bout twenty racks stuffed in my pocket
I was just stuck on the block, now we board on the yacht
They like, "Damn, he took off like a rocket"
Old bitches callin' my phone 'cause they see that I'm on, I'm the talk of the town, I'm the topic
Ion't even answer the phone and I leave 'em on read, you could say that the young nigga cocky
We put this bread on your head, have them young niggas spinnin' while we somewhere gettin' some massages
Even though I'm rich and ruthless, my bitch bad and boujee, too thick, never seen nothing like her
[Verse 2: Baby K]
Fucked up, I'm pourin' lean in jacuzzi (I'm too fucked up)
Tough love, they streets gon' leave you with bruises
Bossed up, my bitch is classy and boujee
Cross me, I guarantee you get found with no head
They tryna R.I.C.O me, I'm gettin' money like Meech, [?] but don't talk to the feds
I be with top shotta, I'm free [?]
Stop me for classified, gon' need survival guides, we treat these lame ass niggas like Ned
Y'all must've been misled
I ain't signed a deal, that lil' paper, I shred (Tear it up)
Stomach and my pockets on full but I always got a lil' room for some bread (Bitch, I been gettin' money)
Fuck your main bitch on the counter, she don't even get to mess up my bedspread
Used to be a hot head, now a nigga top ten, I'm the one the streets recommend (I'm still wanted)
Maybach V12, too big of a player to ride in a lil' ass V10
Can't fall off, I'm back at it again
Don't come with no games, I ain't play 'bout my bands ('Bout my blue)
Ain't no lil' boys 'round me or yes men
Know Quezz and I know he gon' stand all ten
Know I'm different, I ain't tryna blend
[Chorus: Quezz Ruthless]
Uh
We got them sticks in the party, so don't be retarded
Ain't trust so we gon' get it poppin'
Not like these rap niggas, these niggas fake and they flodgin'
They know they ain't chalk 'em a body
Rich nigga ridin' round with choppas, I'm smokin' Biscotti, 'bout twenty racks stuffed in my pocket
I was just stuck on the block, now we board on the yacht
They like, "Damn, he took off like a rocket"
Old bitches callin' my phone 'cause they see that I'm on, I'm the talk of the town, I'm the topic
Ion't even answer the phone and I leave 'em on read, you could say that the young nigga cocky
We put this bread on your head, have them young niggas spinnin' while we somewhere gettin' some massages
Even though I'm rich and ruthless, my bitch bad and boujee, too thick, never seen nothing like her
