don’t i (feat. Gunna)

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece Pray to God he gon' touch a B Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner I'm still gon' be up if I die today I came through crashing like a tidal wave I got this shit on lock, don't I? And I got your bitch on lock, don't I? I got the dick make her toxic, don't I? I got the shit make 'em plot, don't I? I was in the Chi' town with Ye makin' Donda I gotta buy up the block, don't I? I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I? And she got that lil' WAP, don't she? I know how to hit a spot, don't I? She addicted to my expensive aroma [Verse 1: Roddy Ricch] At the stove makin' Rice-A-Roni I don't take your advice, you can show me Had to put some privacy trees around the villa 'cause I know the nеighbors too nosey Turned twenty-three, thеn I poured up an eight in my soda 'cause I miss Kobe Can't depend on you niggas, I move like I'm Jigga, I get the B's on my lonely That internet chat, you a chatty Patty On a golf course, but I ain't got no caddy I like when her head screwed on straight I make sure you gon' eat with your own plate Niggas talkin' that tough on the long shot I told my lil' bitch how to take care of a nigga I like when she text, "What you on, bae?" A lot of these niggas talk shit, but they ain't 'bout it I ain't Lil Baby, but I get four pockets full Roddy pulling up in the drop with the wolves I want my bitch to have money like Oprah You know she special, I'm picky and I chose her Starter kit came with an outer space rover She like to travel and travel and travel, so I flew her out and back to California [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece Pray to God he gon' touch a B Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner I'm still gon' be up if I die today I came through crashing like a tidal wave I got this shit on lock, don't I? And I got your bitch on lock, don't I? I got the dick make her toxic, don't I? I got the shit make 'em plot, don't I? I was in the Chi' town with Ye makin' Donda I gotta buy up the block, don't I? I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I? And she got that lil' WAP, don't she? I know how to hit a spot, don't I? She addicted to my expensive aroma [Verse 2: Gunna] Gunna Real geeker, turn your bitch to a stoner We real P's, that's why your bitch pulled up on us Don't fuck with suckers, we can never condone 'em Ain't a ho, but I came up off a corner We ride the Rolls truck whenever I wanna We count the rolls, I got new bigger pointers White pretty toes walking to the young Gunna My bitch hot and wet, she remind me of a sauna My car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger Keep icing my neck and my wrist like it's swollen The doc' tryna get the codeine out my colon This shit starting to sound like a hit, don't it? Fuck all that cap, Gunna gon' say some shit that will make you go turn up your clique, don't it? All the time, I'm making sense, don't I? I go viral with a fit, don't I? I add bile to this shit, don't I? I'm inspired by the glist' of the wrist, you'd do the same if you rich, don't lie Sixty K for the bracelet, spent over three million with Elliot, no lie Every state and every city, sold out Pick a target, I'ma hit it, don't I? [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Draped my dog in that Jesus piece Pray to God he gon' touch a B Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner I'm still gon' be up if I die today I came through crashing like a tidal wave I got this shit on lock, don't I? And I got your bitch on lock, don't I? I got the dick make her toxic, don't I? I got the shit make 'em plot, don't I? I was in the Chi' town with Ye makin' Donda I gotta buy up the block, don't I? I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I? And she got that lil' WAP, don't she? I know how to hit a spot, don't I? She addicted to my expensive aroma [Outro: Gunna & Roddy Ricch] This shit starting to sound like a hit, don't it? Starter kit came with an outer space Rover Car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger You know she special, I'm picky and I chose her