[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
I'm going ten for ten, yeah, ayy
Yeah
Ronny J, what's up, n*gga
Oh my God, Ronny
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I'm going ten for ten, I never needed no practice
These n*ggas pretend, pretend
I ain't got a lot of having it
Look at my wrist static, n*gga just bought a new Patek
It ain't my fault I been having it
I been getting caught with the baddest b*tch
[Verse 1: Roddy Rich]
n*gga just got it out the mud I went a full 30
Cause my wrist rocky, it had his b*tch sloppy, ay
We got the Lamborghini truck but that n*gga had to still copy
I was off a double cup had the percocets so I still popped it
And even in [?] had to switch sauce on a n*gga, still copy
I've been whipping up the dope, the oven still hot, mmhmm
b*tch my grill rocky, he should've went to Avianne
I've been going codeine crazy
sh*t got me moving like a zombie
Yeah, I've been getting racks, okay
My n*ggas took the band away
Ay, surprised when she seen the garage
I might pull up in phantom today ayy
And I don't believe in any of you rap n*ggas cause these n*ggas be capping to me
She wanna hop on the cash wave, b*tch you ain't getting no bag today
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I'm going ten for ten, I never needed no practice
These n*ggas pretend, pretend
I ain't got a lot of having it
Look at my wrist static, n*gga just bought a new Patek
It ain't my fault I been having it
I been getting caught with the baddest b*tch
[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
I never needed no practicing
If you try on my dog then we sliming him
n*gga reach for my chain that ain't happening
Two toned AP, [?] you run off, you know we clapping him
Leave a lil n*gga decapitated
I need me some racks I don't do no favors
I came out the mud and I finally made it
Yeah, doubled up my cup, I got blood in this b*tch
I got baguettes in the face and an AP, it might cost a blood in this b*tch
I got some opps and they wishing they saw me, I'm leaving some blood in this b*tch
I got a .30 Glock on me, sh*t is so dirty, got pus in that b*tch
I need a crib for my brother, in love with the VVS, [?], they dancin like Usher
I'm going ten for ten, the pus*y so wet I might jump in and swim
I ball every season like I'm in the gym, yeah
Choppa [?] like a stem, yeah
I'm going ten for ten, [?] f*ck on some twins
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I'm going ten for ten, I never needed no practice
These n*ggas pretend, pretend
I ain't got a lot of having it
Look at my wrist static, n*gga just bought a new Patek
It ain't my fault I been having it
I been getting caught with the baddest b*tch