Ruthless lyrics

by

XVXPARIS


[Intro: VTP Rossa]
Woah

[Pre-Chorus: VTP Rossa]
She ask how I do it (Do it)
Oh baby, why you actin' clueless? (Clueless)
I swear that you already knew this (Oh)
I’m so sick of all the assuming (Assuming)
Assuming you know what the truth is
I don't think that we can get through this
New number, I'm actin’ like, "Who this?" (Who this?)
It's your fault I ended up ruthless

[Chorus: VTP Rossa]
Pockets on swole (Swole), pockets on Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
I been movin' way, yeah, I had to get the bricks off
Money everywhere, I can tell you're p*ssed off
I just wanna hit, I don't wanna lip lock
I don't even bang but I'm where the crips walk
Feel like Roddy Ricch, put the stick inside a big box (Woah)
You can't evеn hang, I be with the big dogs (Big dogs)
Show me somе respect, yeah, you talkin’ to the big boss

[Verse: XVXPARIS]
I can get your b*tch dancin’ on me like a TikTok
Bust down Rollie, I ain't f*ckin’ with a wrist watch
Whole lot of blue strips, baby, them hunnids
VVs bussin', n*ggas need to go blind
Yeah, stay there, you know I don't play there
Rather be rich than famous, can't come in the trap, it’s sacred
Yeah, Number Nine on me, twenty-five hundred, my coat, it's not even cold
We gon' pop, I do the most
I like b*tches who put sh*t up they nose
Real exotic, drip from my head to toe
Mob ties, they be throwin' them fours
I'm a addict, I'm still pourin' them fours
Drugs ' like I'm a G.O.A.T
[Pre-Chorus: VTP Rossa]
She ask how I do it (Do it)
Oh baby, why you actin' clueless? (Clueless)
I swear that you already knew this (Oh)
I'm so sick of all the assuming (Assuming)
Assuming you know what the truth is
I don't think that we can get through this
New number, I'm actin' like, "Who this?" (Who this?)
It's your fault I ended up ruthless

[Chorus: VTP Rossa]
Pockets on swole (Swole), pockets on Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
I been movin' way, yeah, I had to get the bricks off
Money everywhere, I can tell you're p*ssed off
I just wanna hit, I don't wanna lip lock
I don't even bang but I'm where the crips walk
Feel like Roddy Ricch, put the stick inside a big box (Woah)
You can't even hang, I be with the big dogs (Big dogs)
Show me some respect, yeah, you talkin' to the big boss
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