Sinnin

[Intro: Roddy Ricch]

Yeah

I just been talking to myself and shit, shit be crazy

I be having million dollar conversations in my head and shit like that

"Aye Roddy I owe you a million"

"Nah Ricch, I owe you a million"

"We just made like two million"

"Now we made like five million"

I just want one hundred million

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

I hope the lord forgive me, even though I keep on sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin

I wanna feel like a champion, everyday focused on winning, and winning, and winning

I got lil wodie to trap it out, he called for a ten again

Middle of May, brought the Maybach out, I got the ten on tint

I was out in Houston with a Whitney, street sweeper

I was in a rari with a model, woah, she's a eatеr

Whip it up, the fiends need it

And I stay by myself, thеse niggas can't read me

Anti-social oh, anti-social, anti-social oh

Oh, Anti-, Anti-

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]

I'm about to ride with the AR, fuck it I'm sliding in traffic

I put Dior on my glasses, round after round, I'm four up

Pound after pound, I'm going up

I'm in a lamb with four sluts, I damn-near drowned in four cups

The feeling be crazy, crazy

A lot of my niggas graduated, only place they made it was the cemetery

Sometimes I got to throw the green mask on, feeling like I'm Jim Carrey

I do no talking, Tom and Jerry

He talking tough, I got to slide him

Hopped out the Porsche without a dollar

I got to get the coma, coma

Her pussy the bomb, kamikaze

I got my new bitch a Maserati

You know that I got it, got it, got it

We flipping the page on niggas, I never could trust you niggas

I can never fuck with you niggas, I can never go fuck with new niggas

Call me Tarzan, I stay with gorillas

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

I hope the lord forgive me, even though I keep on sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin

I wanna feel like a champion, everyday focused on winning, and winning, and winning

I got lil wodie to trap it out, he called for a ten again

Middle of May, brought the Maybach out, I got the ten on tint

I was out in Houston with a Whitney, street sweeper

I was in a rari with a model, woah, she's a eater

Whip it up, the fiends need it

And I stay by myself, these niggas can't read me

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]

Wrapped the, Wrapped the, Wrapped the, Wrapped the, Wrapped the, Wrapped the seven hundred

I've been getting my racks up, watch me catch the, catch the, catch the money

Get twenty racks when I show up, we the realest niggas with the (?)

We got the trap shit (?), superpowers and the dirty sodas

All this ice on me got me colder, freezer on me like I'm Minnesota

[Bridge: Roddy Ricch]

I can't, fuck with nobody, drugs got me, outside my body

I miss the slow, slow in the molly

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

I hope the lord forgive me, even though I keep on sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin, and sinnin

I wanna feel like a champion, everyday focused on winning, and winning, and winning

I got lil wodie to trap it out, he called for a ten again

Middle of May, brought the Maybach out, I got the ten on tint

I was out in Houston with a Whitney, street sweeper

I was in a rari with a model, woah, she's a eater

Whip it up, the fiends need it

And I stay by myself, these niggas can't read me

Anti-social oh, anti-social, anti-social oh

Oh, Anti-, Anti-