Roddy Ricch - Die Young lyrics
Roddy Ricch [Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr.] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Roddy Ricch - Die Young lyrics]
(We got London on the track)
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)
I ain't tryna die young
So I gotta ride with one
Stood ten toes down in my Balenciaga, ayy
He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta
Shotta
Cold hearted nigga, with the blocka-blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six how am I gon' post bail?
Just look at my wrist tell me
Why the legends always gotta die quick?
When I'm in traffic gotta slide
With the beam on me
'Cause I keep 'bout ten racks bussin'
Out the jeans on me
Niggas be hatin', I'm rich, it's
All about the cream, homie
If I ever get caught lackin', they gon' slide
Ever since I got the Rollie
I ain't got the time flawless diamonds
Niggas can't never block the shine
They know I'm ballin' in
The city like DeRozan
Gotta keep my niggas 'round me
I can't do the wrong friends
I was knockin' down walls
Now they closin' in
Hopped off the porch, and then
I hopped inside the Porsche, ayy
Fuck being the side nigga
I'ma be the main course
Whipped the Rolls like a young
Nigga made for it
I ain't tryna die young
So I gotta ride with one
Stood ten toes down in my Balenciaga, ayy
He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta
Shotta
Cold hearted nigga, with the blocka-blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six how am I gon' post bail?
Just look at my wrist tell me
Why the legends always gotta die quick?
Tryna get my bag
I had to go and make it happen
Me and my dogs
We was bussin' out them bandos
Count out them hunnids
Then we throw it in the mattress
Wrap it in plastic, and throw it in the attic
I be in the streets, nigga, I stand ten toes
Any nigga in my situation would've been fold
We was trappin' out the basement
Made it back tenfold gotta stay out the way
That's why I'm always behind the tint for
We was fightin' fed cases
'member I was 2 and 0
Nigga was fightin' depression, sippin' syrup
I was movin' slow
I was down below, but still
I always kept my head up
Nigga gotta get my bread up
I don't wanna die young no, no, no
I ain't tryna die young
So I gotta ride with one
Stood ten toes down in my Balenciaga
He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta
Shotta
Cold hearted nigga, with the blocka-blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six how am I gon' post bail?
Just look at my wrist tell me
Why the legends always gotta die quick?
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)
I ain't tryna die young
So I gotta ride with one
Stood ten toes down in my Balenciaga, ayy
He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta
Shotta
Cold hearted nigga, with the blocka-blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six how am I gon' post bail?
Just look at my wrist tell me
Why the legends always gotta die quick?
When I'm in traffic gotta slide
With the beam on me
'Cause I keep 'bout ten racks bussin'
Out the jeans on me
Niggas be hatin', I'm rich, it's
All about the cream, homie
If I ever get caught lackin', they gon' slide
Ever since I got the Rollie
I ain't got the time flawless diamonds
Niggas can't never block the shine
They know I'm ballin' in
The city like DeRozan
Gotta keep my niggas 'round me
I can't do the wrong friends
I was knockin' down walls
Now they closin' in
Hopped off the porch, and then
I hopped inside the Porsche, ayy
Fuck being the side nigga
I'ma be the main course
Whipped the Rolls like a young
Nigga made for it
I ain't tryna die young
So I gotta ride with one
Stood ten toes down in my Balenciaga, ayy
He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta
Shotta
Cold hearted nigga, with the blocka-blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six how am I gon' post bail?
Just look at my wrist tell me
Why the legends always gotta die quick?
Tryna get my bag
I had to go and make it happen
Me and my dogs
We was bussin' out them bandos
Count out them hunnids
Then we throw it in the mattress
Wrap it in plastic, and throw it in the attic
I be in the streets, nigga, I stand ten toes
Any nigga in my situation would've been fold
We was trappin' out the basement
Made it back tenfold gotta stay out the way
That's why I'm always behind the tint for
We was fightin' fed cases
'member I was 2 and 0
Nigga was fightin' depression, sippin' syrup
I was movin' slow
I was down below, but still
I always kept my head up
Nigga gotta get my bread up
I don't wanna die young no, no, no
I ain't tryna die young
So I gotta ride with one
Stood ten toes down in my Balenciaga
He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta
Shotta
Cold hearted nigga, with the blocka-blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six how am I gon' post bail?
Just look at my wrist tell me
Why the legends always gotta die quick?