[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
I'm goin' ten for ten, yeah
Yeah
Ronny J, what's up, man?
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I'm goin' ten for ten
I never needed no practice
These niggas pretend, pretend
I ain't gotta lie, I been havin' it
Look at my wrist, static, uh
Nigga just bought a new Patek, uh
It ain't my fault I been havin' it
I'm bein' caught with the baddest bitches

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Nigga just got it out the mud, I win a full thirty
'Cause my wrist rock it
It had this bitch sloppy, hey
Meek got the Lamborghini truck but a nigga had to still cop it
I was off a double cup, had the percocets, so I still popped it
And even if Ricch try to switch the sauce on 'em, they gon' still cop it
I've been whippin' up the dope, the oven still hot, hmm, hmm
Bitch my grill, rocket, hmm
He should've went to Avianne
I been goin' codeine crazy, shit got me movin' like a zombie, yeah
I been gettin' racks, okay
My niggas took the bando way, hey
Surprised when she seen the garage
I might pull up in Phantom today, hey
And I don't believe none of these rap niggas
'Cause these niggas be cappin' to me
She wanna hop on the cash way
Bitch you ain't gettin' no bag today, yeah

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I'm goin' ten for ten
I never needed no practice
These niggas pretend, pretend
I ain't gotta lie, I been havin' it
Look at my wrist, static, uh
Nigga just bought a new Patek, uh
It ain't my fault I been havin' it
I'm bein' caught with the baddest bitches

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
I never needed no practice shit
If he try on my dawg, then we slimin' him (Slime)
Nigga reach for my chain, that ain't happenin'
Two-tone AP, I done put up the Rollie
You run up, you know that we clappin' him (Huh)
Leave a lil' nigga decapitated
I need me some racks, I don't do no favors (Yeah)
I came out the mud and I finally made it, yeah
Double down my cup, I got blood in this bitch (Blood)
I got baguettes in the face and a AP, I might cause some blood in this bitch (Blaow)
I got some opps and they wishin' death on me, I'm leavin' some blood in this bitch (Blaow)
I got a .30 Glock on me this shit is so dirty, got pus in that bitch
(Blip, blip, blip)
I need a crib for my brother and mother
The VV's around me, they dancin' like Usher (Yeah)
I'm goin' ten for ten and the pussy so wet, I might jump in and swim
I ball every season like I'm in the gym (Yeah)
Chopper broke off like it's Tim (Yeah)
I'm goin' ten for ten, I fly out to Poland and then fuck on some twins

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I'm goin' ten for ten
I never needed no practice
These niggas pretend, pretend
I ain't gotta lie, I been havin' it
Look at my wrist, static, uh
Nigga just bought a new Patek, uh
It ain't my fault I been havin' it
I'm bein' caught with the baddest bitches