Ruthless ft. Pino Lyrics

Little havana gotta get cash montana

Met a bad bitch in Atlanta that hoe

Got no manners wrist suicide talking hannah

Pistol pack call me santana yea fredo santana

Making my wish like she Santa red forces

With the bandana dirty Dianna (Dirty)

Try to seduce but that hoe aint got no heart

And mo fucking manners don't understand her

Riding around doing burnouts

Smoke on this gas till it burnout (Bow)

The police on me what you heard now

Nigga talk shit you gon learn now

That this l gotti glock come in handy

Talking that shit you gon get hit like randy (Boom)

Fuck a plan A nigga I got a plan B

Selling these xans nigga eat it like candy (Big cash)

Smoking that gas moving directions

Can't show my strap it's a hidden collection

Talking that shit we shoot at your section

I got the 9 but it aint for protection

Nigga to humble no need to be flexing

Up on the net all these niggas be vexing

Niggas don't know who they be testing

Like I won't have these pussy

Niggas resting (Boom boom)

Shut em down open up shop

Diamonds all up on my watch it make your eyes drop

Hoe think she bad she look chop

Jfk what we gon hop (Hop)

He talkin smack he gon get dropped

Infront of his op right on the fucking blacktop

Choppa sing like that shit pop

My flow ain't gon stop nigga high on the Crack rock

If yall never knew this gotti to ruthless

I know yall niggas don't do this (Facts)

Send shots and we shooting drug money looting

So their ain't gon no polluting

Niggas goin to crazy trap like the 80s

Sock him then steal his Mercedes

Money get all the ladies then get all the babies

Nigga I hope you don't hate me

Lil nigga this gotti stepping like 12 cannot stop me

Bitch round me like paparazzi

Bitch on my dick cause my cash flow

Pussy bitch mad cause his cash low

Push your shit back hoe

Fuck a trap queen she a trap hoe

Talking hot thats what the Mac for

You gon get whacked hoe

Told that lil bitch im a asshole

Fucking it up at the sacks store (Woah woah)

Pockets be lookin like Wayne

From all this money I gained

Get big call me bane

Pussy tried snatching my chain

Now niggas gon feel that damn pain

Send shots at your brain

Written from that nigga twain

Bitch try to play me campaign

Flipping that dope they gon slang

Bullets won't give you no sprain

(Lil nigga no mo fucking sprain bow)

If yall never knew this gotti to ruthless

I know yall niggas don't do this (Facts)

Send shots and we shooting drug money looting

So their ain't gon no polluting niggas

Goin to crazy we trap like the 80s

Sock him then steal his Mercedes

Money get all the ladies then get all the babies

Nigga I hope you don't hate me

If yall never knew this gotti to ruthless

I know yall niggas don't do this (Facts)

Send shots and we shooting drug money looting

So Their ain't gon no polluting

Niggas goin to crazy we trap like the 80s

Sock him then steal his Mercedes

Money get all the ladies then get all the babies

Nigga I hope you don't hate me