Roddy Ricch Songs Ranked

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em "F**k 12, f**k SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked a n**ga soul, gotta Cash App
Told 'em wipe a n**ga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know, where you at, at?
I was out back, where the stash at
Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (skrrt)
'Cause I know these n**gas after where the bag at
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
N**gas tryna get me for my water
I lay his ass down on my son or my daughter
I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
'Lotta n**gas out here playin', ain't ballin'
I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter
And I know probably get a key for the quarter
Shawty barely seen in double C's I bought her
Got a bitch that's looking like Aaliyah, she a model
I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
Compton, I'm about to get the key to the city
Patek like the sea, forget it
Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em "F**k 12, f**k SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked a n**ga soul, gotta Cash App
Told 'em wipe a n**ga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know, where you at, at?
Ha-ha-ha, I been movin' 'em out
If Steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch
Took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth
Bitch don't wear no shoes in my house
The private I'm flyin' in, I never wanna fly again
I take my chances in traffic
She suckin' on dick no hands with it
I just made the Rollie plain like a landing-strip
I'm a 2020 president candidate
I done put a hunnid bands on Zimmerman shit
I been movin' real gangsta, so that's why she pick a Crip
Shawty call me Crisco, 'cause I pop my shit
Got it out the mud, there's nothin' you can tell me, yeah
When I had the drugs, I was street-wealthy, yeah
Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em "F**k 12, f**k SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked a n**ga soul, gotta Cash App
Told 'em wipe a n**ga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't ne

dam, I cant fit the whole thing

Yeah, yeah
I used to f**k up my re-up
Now, it's the jet with my feet up
I got the money and power
Now none of these n**gas can see us
I'm rocking furs on furs (furs)
I'm probably beefing with PETA
I gotta pay her to leave her
It's probably cheaper to keep her
I keep 'bout twenty racks inside the Lamb' truck, a n**ga slidin' dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, the young n**ga slidin', dawg
I get a bag, then double it (double it)
All of that talkin' ain't adding up (adding up)
These n**gas calling a peace treaty
Bitch, I've been turning the static up
N**ga, I'm turning the savage up (savage up)
Bentley, Rolls Royce in the fleet, ayy
I bet that cannon got reach
I still keep it under the seat
I pop them rubber bands for a living, I might keep the racks in a mink (mink)
And I got Fiji on me, she mistake my Patek for the sink
I was in Dallas at V Live, honeycomb settings in the chain like a bee hive
He say he want the static with a n**ga
Seen him in the streets, he ain't tryna be 'bout it, ayy
Damn all the Crippin', it's serious (serious)
Blue faces in my Amiri's (Amiri's)
We got a Sprinter of hoes coming in, I like my baby, just curious
I just ordered up a Rolls Royce truck with the Gucci interior (interior), ayy
When I was bending the block with the lasers out, they thought it was Christmas
Up the block and knock his braces out, we caught 'em slipping
We was working out that vacant house, God, forgive me (forgive me)
I used to f**k up my re-up
Now, it's the jet with my feet up
I got the money and power
Now none of these n**gas can see us
I'm rocking furs on furs (furs)
I'm probably beefing with PETA
I gotta pay her to leave her
It's probably cheaper to keep her
I keep 'bout twenty racks inside the Lamb' truck, a n**ga slidin' dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, the young n**ga slidin', dawg
I get a bag, then double it
All of that talkin' ain't adding up
These n**gas calling a peace treaty
Bitch, I've been turning the static up
Uh, they was wondering what Meek'd do
Yellow Lamb', look like Pikachu
Back to back in them Roll Royce, jumpin' out them Ghosts playing peekaboo
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, see a bad bitch, I could peek-a-boo
Rolls Royce to the chopper, chopper to the jet, Cali', a week or two
Ayy, all of that talk, it ain't addin' up
I've just been loadin' them ladders up
I heard they say they gon' rob me
I hope them n**gas can back it up (back it up)
N**ga, just quit all that actin' tough
See you, we turning our savage up (savage up)
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I think you should've put Die Young up there. that's what blew him up