Ruthless I don't think I need to go apologize
.40 on my lap it's not a game you finna die
I don't want your deal, I got my dollar sign
I know what I'm doing, never waiting in the line
I know what I'm doing, never paid a fucking fine
(And I don't think I need to care, I do not care if you're not fine)
It's alright you can die unless you is tryna fight
I just ran out the bank and I think that I'm feeling fine
I just need affection, I think that I'm hopeless
Heard you're talking talk I'm finna shoot right at his pelvis (Sike)
We gon' make it sing like he was motherfucking Elvis
They jacking my style, Talk on twitter, make it happen
(Do you honestly think you're fucking funny?
Seriously? You're a fucking ugly little cunt)
Said he on his way let me act just like I'm scared
Boy you broke as fuck, you a fucking bacon hair
He talking too much so I made him disappear
I feel like I'm banned terminations everywhere
Look at me on ROBLOX boy I do not give a fuck
And they really talking talk they was really acting tough
Said you coming where you at bitch I'm ready to attack
I feel like I'm 50 Cent I'm finna go and get the strap
Heard you talking all that shit and you know damn well that's on cap
Bitch get out my fucking face cause you know damn well you a rat
Because the numbers going down like it is fucking
And why you motherfucking capping you not smoking on no gas
(You only worry about the cash)
I be givin' smoke for free that ain't no motherfucking cap
Give it up for free that ain't no motherfucking cap
Ruthless I don't think I need to go apologize
.40 on my lap it's not a game you finna die
I don't want your deal, I got my dollar sign
I know what I'm doing, never waiting in the line
I know what I'm doing, never paid a fucking fine
(And I don't think I need to care, I do not care if you're not fine)
It's alright you can die unless you is tryna fight
I just ran out the bank and I think that I'm feeling fine
I need affection, I think that I'm hopeless
Heard you're talking talk I'm finna shoot right at his pelvis (Sike)
We gon' make it sing like he was motherfucking Elvis (Sike)
They jacking my style, Talk on twitter, make it happen
I just need affection, I think that I'm hopeless
Heard you're talking talk I'm finna shoot right at your pelvis (Sike)
We go make it sing like he was motherfucking Elvis
I need affection, I think that I'm hopeless
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