Roddy Ricch - Ghetto Superstar lyrics

Roddy Ricch

Roddy Ricch [Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr.] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Roddy Ricch - Ghetto Superstar lyrics]

I got a bullet with your name on it
Fuckin' kill 'em
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock
We twistin' livers
I got a bullet with your name on it
Fuckin' kill 'em
(Southside on the track, yeah)
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock
We twistin' livers
(Mustard on the beat, ho')

My money don't sleep
(Sleep) , I'm slow to speak (Slow to speak)
Pour the whole P
(Woo, woo) , It's holy (Woo, woo)
Take two-fifty
(yeah, yeah) , right overseas (yeah, yeah)
I'm a ghetto superstar, like I'm ODB
(I'm ODB) my closet clean
(yeah, yeah) , rock everythin' (yeah, yeah)
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it


Let it ring (Woo, woo)
Take everythin'
(Woo, woo) , and flee the scene (Woo, woo)
Real red fiend, ready for anythin'

My young niggas seals, they popping off
Hightail and drop 'em off
Internet, they tough as hell, outside
They cotton soft
Drink got a nigga high as hell
I was damn near nodding off
Floor seats, I be fly as hell, wrist frost
I could buy a loft
Three-fifty my service fee
An extra one is courtesy (Ooh, yeah)
Had the Phantom out in London
Told 'em "Close the curtains, please"
And she be (And she be)
With me every week (With me every week)
Miami Beach, with Doe Bee off a tee (A tee)
New Fazo's, I don't crease 'em up
My Maybach creepin' up
They don't pat me down at no club
I gotta keep it tucked
All the gang ties rooted
Like a fuckin' tree trunk
Just make sure you put some respect on
It when you speak of us

My money don't sleep, I'm slow to speak
Pour the whole P
(Let's go) , It's holy (Let's go)
Take two-fifty
(Let's go) , right overseas (Go)
I'm a ghetto superstar, like I'm ODB
(Doe Beezy)
My closet clean, rock everythin' (No, phew)
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it
Let it ring (Baow, baow, baow)
Take everythin' and flee the scene (Go)
Real red fiend, ready for anythin'
(Oh, really?)

I hit Roddy line, I saw the opps
I got the tee (Go)
When B-IG D-O-E got the tee, it's RIP
(Baow, baow) big Doe Beezy got the tee
I sip dead niggas when I drink (Beezy)
Get your bitch up off my
D, I'm not my Cuban, i don't link
(Come here) i don't link, I don't even
Answer my phone, ho', i don't speak
I got rich, I pay a maid now
But I'll still a sweep (Baow, baow)
Sweep his ass like seven games
I come through clutch, i did a three
(Swish) i'ma up this big ass switch
You get a scratch on this big B (Skrrt)
Bentley, stripper so amazed
So I'm flyin' Benji's (Mwah, come here)
Opps said it's on sight
Too bad my enemies don't match energy
Still ridin' round through Cleveland
In a droptop, ain't goin' like Kennedy
Catch up, I got Mustard, bitch
Send my deposit instantly (Oh, really?)

Big Doe Beezy, nigga, top shotta, Don Dada
You know what the fuck goin' on, Double R
What's poppin'? (Grrah, boom, boom)
Yeah, hold on, hold on, hold
On, hold on, hold on, hold on
I got a switch on me, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Roll the Double R window down real quick
Pussy, grrah

My money don't sleep
(Sleep) , I'm slow to speak (Slow to speak)
Pour the whole P
(Woo, woo) , It's holy (Woo, woo)
Take two-fifty
(yeah, yeah) , right overseas (yeah, yeah)
I'm a ghetto superstar, like I'm ODB
(I'm ODB) my closet clean
(yeah, yeah) , rock everythin' (yeah, yeah)
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it
Let it ring (Woo, woo)
Take everythin'
(Woo, woo) , and flee the scene (Woo, woo)
Real red fiend, ready for anythin' (Woo)

Shoot, don't need a screen
I'm with the dream team (G Herbo)
Reds on, all we knew was green beams (Grrt)
I ain't tellin' nothin', but I seen things
(I seen it all) ain't no failin' us, we
Like the SAT's, uh, ayy
Went from wintertime
Rollin' up on G's to LA breeze
Moved to LA, hoes can't get enough of me
They on they knees
Spent a million, I can't wait
'til I beat my case, i'm like "Please"
Quick to show a nigga this
Barrel, like a sheriff, i'm like "Freeze"
Quick to buy new Vs, quick to buy VVs
Make her get fly like me
Make her ride like me
But I can't trust no hoes
They quick to lie, like me
If she don't flex and she don't front
I give her a diamond, Saint Laurent
My money don't sleep

My money don't sleep (Ayy)
I'm slow to speak (I'm slow to speak)
Pour the whole P
(Whole P) , It's holy (It's holy)
Take two-fifty
(Two-fifty) , right overseas (Right overseas)
I'm a ghetto superstar, like I'm ODB
(Like ODB, know that)
My closet clean, rock everythin'
(Rock everythin')
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it
Let it ring (He go "Brr")
Take everythin' and flee the scene
(Flee the scene) real red fiend
(Real red fiend) , ready
For anythin' (Huh, huh, huh?)

I got a bullet with your name on it
Fuckin' kill 'em
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock
We twistin' livers
I got a bullet with your name on it
Fuckin' kill 'em
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock
We twistin' livers

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