Roddy Ricch – Real Talk Lyrics

Roddy Ricch Real Talk Lyrics, Real Talk Lyrics Roddy Ricch

(Mustard on the beat hoe)

Real talk
Let’s get straight to it
I got diamonds in the face
No, these n***** don’t walk how we walk
They don’t talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
I grew up with the trillest n*****, tried not to stay with the fakes
Like gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Hey, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
I got the gang, gang, gang

Hoppin’ out the Bentley Mulsanne
Eliantte chains swang
I can make a bitch mood change
Got her in my pocket, loose change
I came from the bottom, I came from the mud, I came from the streets
Always road runnin’, sometimes we didn’t even sleep
And I pray my n***** watchin’ over me
We stand for the streets what it’s supposed to be
I lost a lot of people that was close to me
Grab the dope out the car like its groceries
She said, “Roddy, sing to me like Jodeci”
Put my dick on her neck like a rosary
I got control of me, these n***** don’t know

Real talk
Let’s get straight to it
I got diamonds in the face
No, these n***** don’t walk how we walk
They don’t talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
I grew up with the trillest n*****, tried not to stay with the fakes
Like gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Hey, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
I got the gang, gang, gang

A quarter to sit, I black out the whips, I hold up a fist
I’m big as it get, colossal as shit, enormous as a bitch
Know that these n***** don’t like me
I know that these n***** don’t like me
N****, I been in the field, been totin’ my glizzy, doin’ high knees
Mafia, mafia
Millionaires, only in the blue faces we trust
I told shorty mind her business
‘Cause I came straight up out the Guinness
Spent a hundred thousand at the dentist
We ain’t Venus, Serena, my dog out the court, I put that n**** right in a tennis
Who you know designer down, fresh white tee?
New Hellcat, I was a first nineteen
How a n***** felt rich without two C’s?
Ain’t nobody out vibin’ me
The number one but I ain’t try to be
I told that bitch it ain’t no lyin’ to me
You can play yourself but ain’t no tryin’ with me

Real talk
Let’s get straight to it
I got diamonds in the face
(Yeah, yeah)
No, these n***** don’t walk how we walk
They don’t talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
I grew up with the trillest n*****, tried not to stay with the fakes
I got gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Hey, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
I got the gang, gang, gang

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  • Written by: Roddy Ricch
  • Album: The Big 3
  • Released: 2022