"Ruthless Remix" lyrics

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Huh, check it, uh, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Stupid, yeah, yeah
Ain't a motherfuckin' thing, nigga (Check it)

Neck game stupid, wrist game stupid (Yeah), whip game stupid (Yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up, I throw the set, tuck the thumb, and I chuck the bitch the deuces (Yeah)
Hoes don't make it easy, but I remain ruthless

Crazy when I dropped, I got an insane amount of options (Uh)
Cherry-red the drop Impala like I'm straight up out of Bompton
I don't be fuckin' 'round on the 'Gram, these hoes be watchin', they be stalkin'
If I put you on this flight, you can bring your partners, ain't no talkin'
Ain't no talkin' (Ain't no talkin', bitch)

And it ain't like I got shit to hide
Bitches know I'm tryna smash
She just tryna get a bag
If I wasn't rappin', I'd still be comin' down on candy slab
Told her, "If the Internet crashed, you'd just be sellin' ass"

Louis bags, Prada boots (Yeah)
I show too much love to the strippers, scammers, and prostitutes
Left their other kids to come fuck with me, irresponsible (Fuck)
Messy ho, I just had to hit the block and then follow you
Wonder why I'm still dodgin' you, you stupid

Neck game stupid (Yeah), wrist game stupid (Yeah), whip game stupid (Uh)
To tell the truth, I put my trust in groupie hoes, I'm disgusted as shit how I was movin' (Damn)
Don't get shot up by Cupid, that shit'll make you foolish

Neck game stupid (Yeah), wrist game stupid (Yeah), whip game stupid (Yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up, I throw the set, tuck the thumb, and I chuck a bitch the deuces (Fiend)
Hoes don't make it easy, but I remain ruthless

Baby, I'm so tired of the way you turn my words into decep-

[Leon Thomas:]
Diamonds like a drum, yeah, it's hittin'
Thirty-thousand feet in the air, still got tunnel vision
Oh
I feel alive makin' all the wrong decisions
Told you I would be the fuckin' man, but nobody listened
You see them in the lobby, ain't know where they goin'
She can't go to Saudi with all that body showin'
Your girl like a ten 'til she come around my tens
I need a happy ending 'cause a nigga been too tense
Uh
I'ma get rich and die tryin', fuck their "two cents"
Never leavin' any lil' sense
Yeah, uh

I promised her some peace last year
If she would just take a chance
I tried to be the one but God had some other plans
Uh
Always stay together like bands and rubber bands
But I'm ruthless (Oh, yeah)
You would have to see my last thirty nights to understand that I'm ruthless (Ruthless, oh)

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Neck game stupid (Yeah), wrist game stupid (Yeah), whip game stupid (Yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up, I throw the set, tuck the thumb, and I chuck a bitch to deuces (Fiend)
Hoes don't make it easy, but I remain ruthless

Neck game stupid (Yeah) wrist game stupid (Yeah), whip game stupid (Yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up, I throw the set, tuck the thumb, and I chuck a bitch to deuces (Throw the Fin)
Hoes don't make it easy, but I remain ruthless (Yeah)

Baby, I'm so tired of the way you turn my words into decep-

Man, I'm so tired of these hoes, ridin' for these hoes
Everybody know you a slut and I'm sidin' with these hoes
Family first, don't let shit get divided by these hoes
Crazy when I copped her, go to her page, this bitch a monster
Petty Freddie, ho, it's back to bologna from steak and lobster
Couple bad draft picks on the team'll fuck up your roster
But I straight release a bitch, tell a ho to clean out her locker
Bitch, you stupid

Neck game stupid (Yeah), wrist game stupid (Yeah), whip game stupid (Yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up, I throw the set, tuck the thumb, and I chuck a bitch to deuces (Fiend)
Hoes don't make it easy, but I remain ruthless

Neck game stupid (Yeah) wrist game stupid (Yeah), whip game stupid (Yeah)
To tell the truth, when I break up, I throw the set, tuck the thumb, and I chuck a bitch to deuces (Throw the Fin)
Hoes don't make it easy, but I remain ruthless (Yeah)