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studio session - quezz ruthless lyrics

studio session lyrics
[intro: quezz ruthless]
uh, yeah
(drvmlord)
y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on
uh, yeah
uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
hah
yeah, for ruth gang
b*tch ass n*gga
uh, uh, yeah*yeah

[chorus: quezz ruthless]
glock on my hip for protection, anywhere i go keep some k!llers with me, they be thuggin’ all up in my studio session (all in my studio session)
if it ain’t ’bout the money then i ain’t tryna beef, i ain’t got time to beef (nah) or go back and forth with a pendent (on god)
don’t really like steppin’ on sh*t, better watch what you say ’cause you fold under pressure (you fold under pressure lil’ b*tch)
got the low from the cop, big boo you should’ve knew better (ha)
say you won’t go, but you let her
intel, we pop out in traffic, we straight, ain’t no teller (yeah, yeah)
hit the gas and the engine start yelling
and the whole city know that we the ones doing all the steppin’ (the steppin’), they tellin’, so we want get the credit
run ’round with dirty stick like we was starving in belly (belly)
don’t play with the gang ’cause it’s deadly (on god)

[verse: big scarr & quezz ruthless]
uh*uh, yeah*yeah
and i preach this sh*t like the referees (on god)
still ride ’round with the dirty stick, try the at the cool kid, we gon’ send you to heaven (send you to heaven)
i must admit i’m a addict addicted for addict, i put the lean in my belly (sh*t in my belly)
it’s f*ck all them n*ggas and all of them b*tches, talk down on my name for some leverage (just for some leverage)
uh, get racks just to bless it (woah, woah, uh), free all my n*ggas that locked up in prison
i know my people dependent on me (yeah, yeah), so i got to get up every day and go get it (get up and go get it)
and i be feeling the energy (woah, woah), these n*ggas envy me, get in your bag not your feelings
i might just go cop me a coupe just to blow out the roof just to pop my sh*t all through the city (pop my sh*t all through the city)
no, i can’t argue with you, get your pocket and you dropped the gun, so i know you ain’t with out (know you ain’t with it)
just got the drop on him, move me a pint, got me a broom, so you know this sh*t finna get with it (finna get with it)
ar’s and glock .47, draco hold a .6, no we can’t show him no pity
woah
b*tch ass n*gga
uh, uh
yeah*yeah
[chorus: quezz ruthless]
glock on my hip for protection, anywhere i go keep some k!llers with me, they be thuggin’ all up in my studio session (all in my studio session)
if it ain’t ’bout the money then i ain’t tryna beef, i ain’t got time to beef (nah) or go back and forth with a pendent (on god)
don’t really like steppin’ on sh*t, better watch what you say ’cause you fold under pressure (you fold under pressure lil’ b*tch)
got the low from the cop, big boo you should’ve knew better (ha)
say you won’t go, but you let her
intel, we pop out in traffic, we straight, ain’t no teller (yeah, yeah)
hit the gas and the engine start yelling
and the whole city know that we the ones doing all the steppin’ (the steppin’), they tellin’, so we want get the credit
run ’round with dirty stick like we was starving in belly (belly)
don’t play with the gang ’cause it’s deadly (on god)

- quezz ruthless lyrics

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