Ruthless by Hexxx Lyrics
-I can feel it! (it's demon season)
[Verse 1]
Take a trip to that west side
Lead to the cemetery show you how the dead ride
(?) in my bloodline don't fuck with the one time
Candy paint there look at the way my gun shine
Bitch I been a ryda since the dirt
Got my scars so I'm cursed everybody know that south side got work (das right!)
Motherfucka talkin' bout the trip (ugh)
You ain't know shit all you see is the grey beam right before I let that fo' rip
My flow sick way before that covid
Ahh but I know this that you still on that hoe shit
Bitch I been the illest I ride around with my killas
I pull up in that big body like I'm Gravedigger
I wanna be a balla, shot calla
Doing donuts in that 92' Impala
And when I pull off yo body getting chalked up
You know why, You know why! Because
[Chorus]
What I did was ruthless put killa on my headstone
Mobbin' like we dog pound
Business like it's death row
Live from the dead zone
Pour a 40 ounce for all my dead folks
I like the blunt another gettin' smoked
[Verse 2]
When I move in packs I'm ridin' dolo
I'm ridin' through my city with my loccs just like a cholo
You know I keep it muddy when I'm mixing up my Faygo (whoop whoop!)
Money motivation keep my mind up on my pesos
Pistol grip (?) on my lap at all times
Cause motherfuckers raw when the shit be on the rise
Low profile I got (?) mob ties
Shit otherwise you get California smiles
West Coast I'm the boss you gon' drown in my sauce
Still needing an interview (?)
Your girl just text me said she gonna give me jaw
You get caught up in my town that's why I ain't talkin' bout the clause (fuck the law too!)
[Chorus]
What I did was ruthless put killa on my headstone
Mobbin' like we dog pound
Business like it's death row
Live from the dead zone
Pour a 40 ounce for all my dead folks
I like the blunt another gettin' smoked (smoked!)
[Verse 1]
Take a trip to that west side
Lead to the cemetery show you how the dead ride
(?) in my bloodline don't fuck with the one time
Candy paint there look at the way my gun shine
Bitch I been a ryda since the dirt
Got my scars so I'm cursed everybody know that south side got work (das right!)
Motherfucka talkin' bout the trip (ugh)
You ain't know shit all you see is the grey beam right before I let that fo' rip
My flow sick way before that covid
Ahh but I know this that you still on that hoe shit
Bitch I been the illest I ride around with my killas
I pull up in that big body like I'm Gravedigger
I wanna be a balla, shot calla
Doing donuts in that 92' Impala
And when I pull off yo body getting chalked up
You know why, You know why! Because
[Chorus]
What I did was ruthless put killa on my headstone
Mobbin' like we dog pound
Business like it's death row
Live from the dead zone
Pour a 40 ounce for all my dead folks
I like the blunt another gettin' smoked
[Verse 2]
When I move in packs I'm ridin' dolo
I'm ridin' through my city with my loccs just like a cholo
You know I keep it muddy when I'm mixing up my Faygo (whoop whoop!)
Money motivation keep my mind up on my pesos
Pistol grip (?) on my lap at all times
Cause motherfuckers raw when the shit be on the rise
Low profile I got (?) mob ties
Shit otherwise you get California smiles
West Coast I'm the boss you gon' drown in my sauce
Still needing an interview (?)
Your girl just text me said she gonna give me jaw
You get caught up in my town that's why I ain't talkin' bout the clause (fuck the law too!)
[Chorus]
What I did was ruthless put killa on my headstone
Mobbin' like we dog pound
Business like it's death row
Live from the dead zone
Pour a 40 ounce for all my dead folks
I like the blunt another gettin' smoked (smoked!)