Roddy Ricch

[Intro]

RV

[Verse 1: RV]

Nuttin' less than half a M

Anytime me and H step in the buildin’

Put my money where my mouth is

Should've recorded this one with my grills in

My man's lucky that he hopped that fence

’Cah if not, gang would've drilled him

Anything shh get shh

Them blanks already been filled in

Dip man, no deportation

Invest in waps for paigons

But I gotta keep them parked off

They can't come to my room like Nathan

If the devil wears Prada

Then it's blatant that I'm Satan

Get 'round there then shave man's head

Gotta do it like Jason Statham

Opps say they're out in the field

They ain’t really here like weave

Firearm tucked in my body warmer

’Cah I don't wanna burn my sleeve

My man said that he weren’t involved

I didn't know what to believe

Still crash that same way

Made blood pour from his chest like Eve

How many times did I pull up at Tops

Like the last stop on the 243

It's kill or be killed

So I gotta make sure that it's you, not me

Might do it with waps

Or get yankey like the New York team

Young boy, you ain’t cheffed nobody

Tell him "get round there and lose your V"

[Chorus: Headie One]

In the T house, tryna get rich like Roddy

I was on the M, I didn't do shit in colly

Got this fifteen inch tryna rip man's body

Ammunition shoppin'

Man just free up the cash

Like what they need to do to the bros in Onley

If I rise this .40

That's defo gon' be a GoFundMe

In the T house, tryna get rich like Roddy

I was on the M, I didn't do shit in colly

Got this fifteen inch tryna rip man's body

Ammunition shoppin'

Man just free up the cash

Like what they need to do to the bros in Onley

If I rise this .40

That's defo gon' be a GoFundMe

[Verse 2: K Trap]

Four and a half and it came all hard

Had to put it on the floor and tread on it

Other bit was dust

Backed it quick like send man a better bit

Tracky ting and gym bag

I ain't goin' gym, this one's got a skeng in it

Caught us a unknown one

But these rotty bells gon' make him relevant

Jump out gang, I ain't leanin' out

I'm tryna get up close

And this half a brick was snow

Until I got the 'rex involved

Jump on the ped and go

Had the 4's out last time I left my phone

Got my neck some gold

'Cah I'm Pyrex livin', stretchin' snow

Use that presser

Load two bricks of coke, no pressure though

Jumped out on my man

I can't run, tell bro, "Don't let him go"

He probably get away, bro pissed

I just told him "better days"

Before I knew skengs, should've got a Range

If the corn didn't jam, could've got a face

[Chorus: Headie One]

In the T house, tryna get rich like Roddy

I was on the M, I didn't do shit in colly

Got this fifteen inch tryna rip man's body

Ammunition shoppin'

Man just free up the cash

Like what they need to do to the bros in Onley

If I rise this .40

That's defo gon' be a GoFundMe

In the T house, tryna get rich like Roddy

I was on the M, I didn't do shit in colly

Got this fifteen inch tryna rip man's body

Ammunition shoppin'

Man just free up the cash

Like what they need to do to the bros in Onley

If I rise this .40

That's defo gon' be a GoFundMe