Young N Ruthless ft. MIA Swurv Lyrics

My niggas ruthless ah catch a young boy and hit his TOP

So don't think you finna get the

Up's on me cause you not

Ridin' round with so much lean in my pop I ain't pullin' over you might catch me speeding where it's hot

Oh you said you had some dreams but they flopped

So yo time over now you sellin' weed out the spot

Can't get tired of my fiends when they shop treat this shit like

Them niggas fiendin for the drop

B-Ballin' on these niggas like I'm Mike in 96 with a stick

I ah put you in a box like Roddy Rich

All that tough shit that he did for the hoes still died a bitch

Now he a dead man and you can't bring him home ain that bouta bitch

Ridin' with that wish a nigga would if I'm lyin' I'm flyin' that's why I'm spinning through his hood

Try to slide down here we gon' park the whip and hit this hood

They mad that we turnt they just doin' shit that niggas couldn't

This X got me actin' out my body think I'm too high

Kill shit you think it's a game get sent to the gulag

Out in traffic with a stick tryna shoot opps

Catch a nigga slippin at the light like he Tupac

You don't really want no smoke nigga you lied

We see you ain't no speakin' (speaker) this bitch bangin' like a boombox

Yeah bitch I'm the turntest in this bitch

My niggas ruthless a catch a young boy and hit his TOP

So don't think you finna get

The up's on me cause you not

Ridin' round' with so much lean in my pop

I ain't pullin over you might catch me speeding where it's hot

Oh you said you had some dreams but they flopped so yo time over now you sellin' weed out the spot

Can't get tired of my fiends when they shop treat this shit like

Them niggas fiendin' for the drop

I just made another knot, now I'm trippin' where the lean? I need some codeine in my pop

She know her pussy wet as hell I swear I love it when she ride

I need to grab another blunt I'm tryna roll some turtle pie

Boy I just poured a four and faced it how the fuck did I survive

Grab another blunt bag it up we finna flood the block my brother said he want a quarter okay pull up to the spot

They know I'm hard as hell nigga they just waitin' til I drop

Aye brodie see that red light but he ain't even finna stop

I'm like, why you askin' for the price you know that you ain't finna shop

I swear lil' bruh be off the

meds, you run up on him you get popped

This bitch just told me that she love me I ain't finna waste my time

Talkin' shit on every beat so I'm like where the fuck my crown

I'm grindin' every day you the type to sit there and be crying

And I'm just posting clothes and you don't know a thing yea this designer

Ima throw the ball up to

My n***a just like I'm a 49er