Rich Like Roddy (feat. Rylo Rodriguez)

I'm the type of nigga tryna be rich like Roddy
I'm the type of nigga come shoot up your party, yeah
AR-15 teenager
Cougar, Glock a 40
I got bit by a snake before, thank God he wasn't poison
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We turn diamond testers red
You better not leave me alone for long
Ran out of lead, I was rightin' my wrongs
I burn ahead and I seen a back turned, nigga, don't you play with me
I skipped all my classes to ride hotboxes, got us from A to B
I kill 'em in fashion while I'm on Roxy, we high on BET
I see 12, still wouldn't talk to 'em if I was lil' kid
Down in Houston like I'm Lil Keed
I still got love for Lil Red
Even though he ratted, but we can't be homies
I turned down a bad bitch, I turned up a real chick
What part of the game is this?
I take my jersey off and tell the coach I quit
Can't lie, I miss my dog, but I won't go out like Vick
I went back to my old school and told my principal I'm rich
I went back to my old school and told detention I'm rich
I went back to my old school (Back)
Fuck that, I went foreign, get backends like I'm Foreign
Moncler sixteen hundred, I wear that bitch like London
Lot of these niggas was sworn in, I swear they wasn't born in
I ain't never had no curfew, but they know I be goin' in
I'm the type of nigga tryna be rich like Roddy
I'm the type of nigga come shoot up your party, yeah
AR-15 teenager
Cougar, Glock a 40
I got bit by a snake before, thank God he wasn't poison
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We turn diamond testers red
You better not leave me alone for long
Ran out of lead, I was rightin' my wrongs
If I go to jail, gon' try and buy my phone
We smoke designer, this here VLONE
I came from out there, the jungle, though
You know life's a bitch, but don't fuck her wrong
Even my producers strapped up in this 'Vette
I'm with Al Geno, but don't put us in the mix
I know Young and E, they scammers, they won't clock in for shit
Long live Mark, he wasn't no sucker, but he died on a lick
Fuck your brother, we split your wig, then had his head like splits
Tell me
What do you want from me?
'Cause I know it's something, yeah
I know that it's money, yeah
You want me drench you in diamonds
But, bitch, is you worth it?
I don't care you fucked my brother, 'cause I already curved you
I ain't gon' try get back at you and fuck your friend, yeah
All these hoes the same, world full of million twins
I'm the type of nigga tryna be rich like Roddy
I'm the type of nigga come shoot up your party, yeah
AR-15 teenager
Cougar, Glock a 40
I got bit by a snake before, thank God he wasn't poison
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We turn diamond testers red
You better not leave me alone for long
Ran out of lead, I was rightin' my wrongs
Al Geno on the track, we run laps 'round these niggas
Al Geno on the track, we run laps 'round these niggas
Al Geno on the track, we run laps 'round these bitches
Al Geno on the track, we run laps 'round these bitches



Credits
Writer(s): Gene Hixon, Rylo Rodriguez
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