Ruthless Chords by Lil Tjay

[Start]

[Intro]
D E F#m A D E
■ ■ ■   ■ ■ ■
   F#m
No no 
A                 
Lil Tjay yeah yeah


[Chorus]
   D    
Yo yo yo
E      F#m D E
Mmh mh mmh ■ ■


[Verse]
F#m           D                                             
■   Two three bands and you thinking shit sweet little nigga
  E                              
I ain't never gon' extend my hand
          F#m                             
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
               A                           
Swear to God I ain't never gon' fail my man
           D                          
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
               E                               
All these fake niggas started getting too close
                  F#7                      
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
F#7                                                  
'cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive


[Chorus]
    D                             
New drip had to pick up some sauce
    E                              
New kicks I don't care what it cost
F#m                           
Ruthless I don't care who lost
A                             
Stupid I done turned to a boss
      D                                          
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
E                                     
They don't wanna see the young boy win
F#7                                 
They don't wanna see a young boy win
F#m                                 
They don't wanna see a young boy win


[Verse]
             D                                    
Where I come from there's a whole lot of gang shit
     E                                 
As a youngin I just wanted to be famous
              F#m                                
Hopped in the booth to your screen now we made it
      F#7                                
Other day I was recording in the basement
      D                               
Now I pull up to a show in a spaceship
        E7                               
How you screamin' Day one doin' fake shit
F#7                                
Nowadays bad bitches wanna taste it
           A                                
Pull up on the S show love that be gang shit
       D                                     
And if they let me in the game I'ma change it
        E                           
Ain't a lot of niggas say ever basic
            F#m                              
Pop it I'ma stain Balmains and some Bape shit
           A                                
Niggas see me they ain't never gon' say shit
D                                  
Bustdown ain't never gon' take this
        E                             
Money I got lil' nigga can't make this
              F#7                               
Countin' blue strips broke niggas gon' hate this
        A                              
Mama so proud I'ma take her on vacation
           D                           
I be goin' hard remember used to starve
                 E                           
Remember selling nicks right on the boulevard
F#m                                   
Going downtown tryna steal a nigga car
         F#m7                            
And if I call Tut he'll pull a nigga card
                 D                             
I don't play the field no more without a hammer
              E                            
Brodie on the news whole face on the camera
            F#m                    F#7    
Free all my day one niggas out the slammer
          F#m                            
Opp nigga told black and white he a panda


[Bridge]
       D                                      
Got me finna run up in his crib like I'm Santa
            E                                
All of this designer got me broads in Atlanta
F#m                                   
Honestly I ain't playin' games no more
                 F#m                            
And they been on my dick 'til my thing feel sore
               D                               
Bitch said I'm trash shorty change your drawers
                      E                           
I ain't worried 'bout you I ain't worried 'bout me
           F#m                           
I'ma still pop out with a fresh white tee
                                   F#m  
With some retro J's and some fresh Nikes


[Chorus]
A7 B7 Amaj7 C#m
■  ■  ■     ■  
B               C#m                                         
Two three bands ■   and you thinking shit sweet little nigga


[Verse]
  E                              
I ain't never gon' extend my hand
          F#m                             
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
               A7                          
Swear to God I ain't never gon' fail my man
      D                               
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
               E7                         E    
All these fake niggas started getting too close
                  F#7                      
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
                   A                                 
'cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive


[Chorus]
    D                             
New drip had to pick up some sauce
    E                              
New kicks I don't care what it cost
F#m                           
Ruthless I don't care who lost
A                             
Stupid I done turned to a boss
    D                                            
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
E                                     
They don't wanna see the young boy win
F#7                                 
They don't wanna see a young boy win
A7                   A              
They don't wanna see a young boy win


[Verse]
      A                            
Check up they don't wan' see me win
E7                           
Flex up I'ma jump out the gym
E                                  
New water watch that young boy swim
         A                          
I got it the harder way like I'm Tim
        D                                     
In that Maybach you can't see through the tint
                   E              
I ride foreign but bro in a stolie
                    F#7              
Had to make me some plays on my dolie
                      A                
Think I made it these bitches all on me
                 D                  
No this is not a chain this a trophy
             E             
Boss up he a baby like Jody
                 F#m               
Used to go hit a stain for the OZ's
                  A             
When I put on the ice it be odee
            D                                
I'm talking money put that cash on a threeway
          E                
Doin' the dash on a freeway
               F#m                          
I knew I would get it they didn't believe me
       A                
Baby I make it look easy


[Bridge]
                D                             
Your bitch keep callin' and sayin' she need me
           E7              
I know she see me with Tjay
            F#m                              
I'm sippin' fours of that drank movin' slowmo
       A                     
But my whip do the speed race
A7        D                         
She wanna link up a ho that's a nogo
       E7                    
I been stackin' my cheesecake
                  F#7                        
Yeah I get to the racks and I'm above the rim
               A                    
Collecting the bag and I do it again


[Chorus]
          D                                             
Two three bands and you thinking shit sweet little nigga
  E                              
I ain't never gon' extend my hand
          F#m                             
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
               F#m                         
Swear to God I ain't never gon' fail my man
           D                          
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
               E                               
All these fake niggas started getting too close
                  F#m7                     
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
                        F#m                     A    
'cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive
    D                             
New drip had to pick up some sauce
    E                              
New kicks I don't care what it cost
F#m                           
Ruthless I don't care who lost
A                             
Stupid I done turned to a boss
      D                             E7           
And I know they don't wanna see the young boy win
           F#7                        
They don't wanna see the young boy win


[Outro]
A                      D     E E7 F#m A D E     F#m
They don't wanna see a young ■ ■  ■   ■ ■ ■ boy win
           A                        
They don't wanna see a young boy win
D E E7 E A
■ ■ ■  ■ ■


[End]