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Roddy Ricch

Ghetto Superstar

 

Ghetto Superstar


I got a bullet with your name on it, fucking kill 'em
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twisting livers
I got a bullet with your name on it, fucking kill 'em
(Southside on the track, yeah)
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twisting 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 everything (Yeah, yeah)
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (Woo, woo)
Take everything (Woo, woo), and flee the scene (Woo, woo)
Real red fiend, ready for anything

My young nigga see what they popping off, high intel and drop 'em off
Internet, they tough as hell, outside, they kind and soft
Dream got a nigga high as hell, I was down there, not at all
Floor seats, I be fly as hell, wrist frost, I could buy a loaf
Three-fifty my service fee, an extra one is courtesy (Ooh, yeah)
Had the fandom 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, window be off a tee (A tee)
New Fazo's, I don't crease 'em up, my Maybach creeping up
They don't pat me down at no club, I gotta keep it tucked
All the gang ties rooted, like a fucking 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 (ODB)
My closet clean, rock everything (No, phew)
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (Baow, baow, baow)
Take everything and flee the scene (Go)
Real red fiend, ready for anything (Oh, really?)

I hit Roddy line, I told the opps I got the tee (Go)
B-I-G D-O-E, got the tee's, R.I.P. (Baow, baow)
Big dope 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 steal 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)
Damn me, stripper so amazed, so I'm flying Benji's (Mwah, come here)
Opps said it's on sight, too bad my enemies don't match energy
Still riding round, cleaning in the droptop, ain't going like Kennedy
Ketchup, I got Mustard, bitch, saying my deposit instantly (Oh, really?)

We can go biggest nigga, top, Don Dada
You know what the fuck going 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 everything (Yeah, yeah)
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (Woo, woo)
Take everything (Woo, woo), and flee the scene (Woo, woo)
Real red fiend, ready for anything (Woo)

Shoot, don't need to scream, I'm with the dream team (G Herbo)
Red's on, all we knew was grey beams (Grrt)
I ain't telling nothing, but I seen things (I seen it all)
Ain't no failing us, we like the SAT's, uh, ayy
Went from wintertime, rolling up on G's to L.A. breeze
Moved to L.A., 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 it 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 everything (Rock everythin')
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (He go "Brr")
Take everything and flee the scene (Flee the scene)
Real red fiend (Real red fiend), ready for anything (Huh, huh, huh?)

I got a bullet with your name on it, fucking kill 'em
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twisting livers
I got a bullet with your name on it, fucking kill 'em
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twisting livers

done

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