Studio Session

[Intro: Quezz Ruthless]
Uh, yeah
(Drvmlord)
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha
Yeah, Grim Reaper Gang
Bitch-ass nigga
Uh, uh, yeah-yeah

[Chorus: Quezz Ruthless]
Glock on my hip for protection (Hip for protection)
Anywhere I go, keep some killers 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, ain't got time to be (Nah) going back and forth with a peasant (On God)
Double R Gang really steppin' on shit, better watch what you say 'cause you fold under pressure (You fold under pressure, bitch)
Got the lo' from the thot bitch, boy, you should've knew better (Ha)
Say you wouldn't go, but you let her
Every time we pop out in traffic, we SRT8, ain't no Tesla (Yeah, yeah)
Hit the gas and the engine start yelling
And the whole city know we the ones doing all the steppin' (The steppin'), they tellin', so we don't want the credit (Yeah)
Ridin' 'round with dirty sticks like we was starring in Belly (Belly)
Don't play with the gang, it get deadly (On God)

[Verse: Big Scarr & Quezz Ruthless]
Uh-uh, yeah-yeah
And I preach this shit like the reverend (On God)
Still ridin' 'round with the dirty stick, Drac’ with the cooling kit (Woah, woah), we gon' send you to Heaven (Send you to Heaven)
I must admit I'm a addict, addicted to Actavis (Uh, uh), I put the lean in my beverage (Shit in my beverage)
And it's fuck all them niggas and all of them bitches, talk down on my name for some leverage (Just for some leverage)
Uh, this rap shit a blessing (Woah, woah, uh), free all my niggas that locked up in prison
I know my people depending on me (Yeah, yeah), so I gotta get up every day and go get it (Get up and go get it)
And I be feeling the energy (Woah, woah), these niggas 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 shit all through the city (Pop my shit all through the city)
No, I can't argue with you, get to sparking at you (Nah, nah), dropped your gun, so I know you ain't with it (Know he ain't with it)
Just got a drop on a move, me and partner got brooms (Woah, woah), so you know this shit finna get wicked (Finna get wicked)
AR's and Glock .47, Draco hold a sixty, no (Woah), we can't show him no pity (Brrt)
Woah
Bitch-ass nigga
Uh, uh
Yeah-yeah

[Chorus: Quezz Ruthless]
Glock on my hip for protection (Hip for protection)
Everywhere I go keep some killers with me, they be thuggin' all up in my studio session (All in my studio session)
If it ain't 'bout the money then ain't tryna beef, ain't got time to be (Nah) going back and forth with a peasant (On God)
Double R Gang really steppin' on shit, better watch what you say 'cause you fold under pressure (You fold under pressure, bitch)
Got the lo' from the thot bitch, boy, you should've knew better (Ha)
Say you wouldn't go, but you let her
Every time we pop out in traffic, we SRT8, ain't no Tesla (Yeah, yeah)
Hit the gas and the engine start yelling
And the whole city know we the ones doing all the steppin' (The steppin'), they tellin', so we don't want the credit (Yeah)
Ridin' 'round with dirty sticks like we was starring in Belly (Belly)
Don't play with the gang, it get deadly (On God)