[Lyric] Addict (Roddy Rackzz)

[Intro: Roddy Rackzz]
Used to sell dimes, you know I ain't lying
Now I sell...
Used to sell dimes, they know I ain't lying
(Chace DaGreat)

[Chorus: Roddy Rackzz]
Them young niggas balling, they gon' think we got checks
New coupe swerving, I was serving on the block, yeah
I just did a dub, easy, nigga, I ain't gotta flex
How the fuck you balling? You ain't even got a watch yet
Think I'm an addict, I gotta have it, I'm getting racks, I really be dragging
I'm spending thousands, I wear AMIRI, these not the single, they got different patches
I got a forty piece undеr the mattress, I got a load in, but I gotta bag it
I got a Glick, this bitch got a ladder, got that shit on mе, designer, it match it (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Roddy Rackzz]
This new money, not no old bread
Niggas be rapping and capping, they act like they trapping but ain't getting no bread
Young nigga's pockets on swole, still toting that pole, ten-piece, I'm loaded
Young nigga's pockets on swole, still toting that pole, ten-piece, I'm loaded
Young Roddy Rackzz and I'm posted in the trap
Hop in the booth, spit the pain on the track
Gucci my socks and the bag match the hat
I run the city, got it on my back
Came up from nothing, I cannot go back
We got an AR, a Glock and a MAC
Niggas be rapping, don't do it like Rackzz
Came up from nothing, sold nickels of crack
I used to sell dimes, they know I ain't lying
Now lots of whole pounds and I'm making a dime
All of these lines, I'm straight out my mind
I bought me a Rollie, I'm freezing the time (Ooh)
It was awful, got me selling that dog food (Ooh)
You gon' rob who? We gon' have to off you
You might hear my phone ring in my songs 'cause sales be calling
I'm deep in that water, my wrist flooded like New Orleans
I can't do no falling, no frauding
I got used to balling, got checks for the thirty, stood on all ten
My flow is so saucy, so wavy, so flossy
She wanna get this hard D, wanna ride me like a Harley
Used to count me up and then add me up like, "What it cost me?"
Shit done changed, it's more money, more guns, more beef
I be trapping all week, long days, no sleep
I done rode front line, trapping on the back street
Everybody Palm Angels, looking like a track meet
AMIRI jeans and Louis runners, baby, these my trap sneaks
[Chorus: Roddy Rackzz & Shy Glizzy]
Them young niggas balling, they gon' think we got checks
New coupe swerving, I was serving on the block, yeah
I just did a dub, easy, nigga, I ain't gotta flex
How the fuck you balling? You ain't even got a watch yet
Think I'm an addict, I gotta have it, I'm getting racks, I really be dragging
I'm spending thousands, I wear AMIRI, these not the single, they got different patches
I got a forty piece under the mattress, I got a load in, but I gotta bag it
I got a Glick, this bitch got a ladder, got that shit on me, designer, it match it (Young Jefe, holmes, yeah)

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
I got some shooters, ayy, they gon' bust your medulla, ayy
They call me Glizzy Glizzy, nah, I don't play with no Rugers, ayy
I got the bird flu, bitch, I feel like Scoota, ayy, ayy
My bitch got a curfew, she don't hang with losers, ayy, ayy
Mister fentanyl, they say Jefe keep hittin' the coke (Jefe)
The greatest of 'em all, baby, I'm the billy goat (Billy goat)
I got a Draco right here under my Fendi coat (Grrah, grrah)
She just my paid ho, she fucking me 'cause her nigga broke
I'm in Baltimore with niggas who got all the packs (B-more)
I got a lot of racks, lil' bitch, I get a lot of that (Lot of that)
All I do is trap, they say, "Jefe, when you gon' rap?" (Yeah, yeah)
I got a lot of M's, bitch, I made a few off that

[Chorus: Roddy Rackzz]
Them young niggas balling, they gon' think we got checks
New coupe swerving, I was serving on the block, yeah
I just did a dub, easy, nigga, I ain't gotta flex
How the fuck you balling? You ain't even got a watch yet
Think I'm an addict, I gotta have it, I'm getting racks, I really be dragging
I'm spending thousands, I wear AMIRI, these not the single, they got different patches
I got a forty piece under the mattress, I got a load in, but I gotta bag it
I got a Glick, this bitch got a ladder, got that shit on me, designer, it match it (Yeah, yeah)