Heavier Lyrics | Roddy Ricch

Heavier Lyrics | Roddy Ricch

It’s only one of me, I promise I’m cut from a cloth

Got niggas that’ll step for me, I promise they’ll knock you off

They say my chains done got heavier, Prada done got heavier

My bitch ass got heavier, street cred got heavier

You don’t know what I’m worth then search me up

These hoes been trying to set me up

They know they ain’t never catching us

Got one in the head that’ll wet you up

New nine on my dresser, my diamonds too pressure

I stay with the extras

New condo to rest up

Eighty racks on a Goyard chest, uh-uh

The whole team pulling up rocky like Sylvester

Denim suit is Prada

My bitch want to rub me down with oil, my love like like a saga

I like it when she ride on top, my mattress need hydraulics

She don’t want me to drink no lean no more, but I told her I don’t like Klosser, hey

Hit from the back, I’m seeing all red, I promise, it’ll fuck up ya head

I boot up on a M, ’cause I seen a M, I’m living my life on the edge

I see all of the haters been coming from me

Got to shoot ’em in the head so they can’t even speak

Been trying to tell you that this life is not easy

It’s only one of me, I promise I’m cut from a cloth

Got niggas that’ll step for me, I promise they’ll knock you off

They say my chains done got heavier, Prada done got heavier

My bitch ass got heavier, street cred got heavier

You don’t know what I’m worth then search me up

These hoes been trying to set me up

They know they ain’t never catching us

Got one in the head that’ll wet you up

New nine on my dresser

My diamonds too pressure

Rest in peace, Lil Keed

Hope the slimes proud of me

Hope the feds let ’em free

They don’t need to be locked in chains

Told Gunna Wunna to call me

I was out the city and missed it

I’m on twelve hour time change, I felt so fucking ridiculous

That’s been my nigga really, outside rap politics

He would give me two hundred thousand if I was down bad on my dick

Got to take another sip

‘Cause I need the drank to cope

My heart broke into pieces

When they sent them up the road

It’s only one of me, I promise I’m cut from a cloth

Got niggas that’ll step for me, I promise they’ll knock you off

They say my chains done got heavier, Prada done got heavier

My bitch ass got heavier, street cred got heavier

You don’t know what I’m worth then search me up

These hoes been trying to set me up

They know they ain’t never catching us

Got one in the head that’ll wet you up

New nine on my dresser

My diamonds too pressure

New nine on my dresser, my diamonds too pressure

New nine on my dresser, my diamonds too pressure


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