Roddy Ricch - Street Certified lyrics
Roddy Ricch [Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr.] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Roddy Ricch - Street Certified lyrics]
Street Certified uh mhm
Mhm, mhm ronny J, please turn me up
Mhm street Certified
He can't fuck with all the dogs
He be high steppin'
Got this brand new Audemar
With the baguettes
I had to, go and get it off
We was trappin' heavy
All these muthafuckin' rocks got
My wrist heavy (yeah)
Only red for the Wok' when I'm sippin' heavy
I keep Gucci on the socks
When im drippin' heavy fuck the Cullinan
I'm 'bout to do the dashboard
Overseas I already got the passport
We been trappin' in the Vegas
In the taskforce
I got plays, stop, fast forward
17-5, just to gеt the chicken chicken
Evеn though the cup had me on Mars
I was in the kitchen
We just knocked his head off
In the tenant livin'
I had racks from the start, still independent
I feel like Young Dolph, I'm bulletproof
Heard niggas tryna chip me off
I'ma pull it through
I've been trippin' off the gas tank
Gone full too yeah
We was known for totin' Glocks
Now my wrist bussin'
Came through like, fuck the opps
We ain't missin' nothin'
Mhm street Certified
He can't fuck with all the dogs
He be high steppin'
Got this brand new Audemar
With the baguettes
I had to, go and get it off
We was trappin' heavy
All these muthafuckin' rocks got
My wrist heavy (yeah)
Only red for the Wok' when I'm sippin' heavy
I keep Gucci on the socks
When im drippin' heavy fuck the Cullinan
I'm 'bout to do the dashboard
Mhm, mhm ronny J, please turn me up
Mhm street Certified
He can't fuck with all the dogs
He be high steppin'
Got this brand new Audemar
With the baguettes
I had to, go and get it off
We was trappin' heavy
All these muthafuckin' rocks got
My wrist heavy (yeah)
Only red for the Wok' when I'm sippin' heavy
I keep Gucci on the socks
When im drippin' heavy fuck the Cullinan
I'm 'bout to do the dashboard
Overseas I already got the passport
We been trappin' in the Vegas
In the taskforce
I got plays, stop, fast forward
17-5, just to gеt the chicken chicken
Evеn though the cup had me on Mars
I was in the kitchen
We just knocked his head off
In the tenant livin'
I had racks from the start, still independent
I feel like Young Dolph, I'm bulletproof
Heard niggas tryna chip me off
I'ma pull it through
I've been trippin' off the gas tank
Gone full too yeah
We was known for totin' Glocks
Now my wrist bussin'
Came through like, fuck the opps
We ain't missin' nothin'
Mhm street Certified
He can't fuck with all the dogs
He be high steppin'
Got this brand new Audemar
With the baguettes
I had to, go and get it off
We was trappin' heavy
All these muthafuckin' rocks got
My wrist heavy (yeah)
Only red for the Wok' when I'm sippin' heavy
I keep Gucci on the socks
When im drippin' heavy fuck the Cullinan
I'm 'bout to do the dashboard