Roddy Ricch – Heavier Lyrics

Heavier

Roddy Ricch

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"Heavier." - Roddy Ricch

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 02:36 am

Album: Feed Tha Streets III

Track No: 03

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, product done got heavier
My bitch ass got heavier, street cred' got heavier

You don't know what I'm worth, then search me up
(You don't know what I'm worth, then search me up)
These hoes been tryna set me up
(These hoes been tryna set me up)
They know they ain't never catchin' us
Got one in the head, they'll wet you up
New nine on my dresser
My diamonds too pressure, uh, uh

I stay with the extra-a-as (I stay with the extra-a-as)
New condo to rest u-u-up (new condo to rest u-u-up)
80 racks on the Goyard chest, uh-uh
The whole team pullin' up rocky like Sylvester, uh-uh
Denim suited, Prada (Prada)
My bitch wanna rub me down, and oil my love life like a saga (saga)
I like it when she ride on top
My mattress need hydraulics (hydraulics)
She don't want me to drink no lean no more
But I told her I don't like Clase, ayy, ayy

Hit from the back, I'm seein' all red
I promise it'll fuck up your head (your head)
I boot up on a M 'cause I seen a M, I'm livin' my life on the edge
I see all of the haters been comin' for me
Gotta shoot 'em in the head, so they can't even speak (doot-doot-doot)
Been tryna tell you that this life is not easy

It's only one of me, I promise I'm cut from a cloth (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got niggas that'll step for me, I promise they'll knock you off (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
They say my chains done got heavier, product done got heavier
My bitch ass got heavier, street cred' got heavier

You don't know what I'm worth, then search me up
(You don't know what I'm worth, then search me up)
These hoes been tryna set me up
(These hoes been tryna set me up)
They know they ain't never catchin' us
Got one in the head, they'll wet you up (woo)
New nine on my dresser (woo)
My diamonds too pressure, uh, uh

Rest in peace Lil Keed, hope the slimes proud of me (yeah)
Hope the feds let 'em free (yeah)
They don't need to be locked in chains (yeah, yeah)
Told Gunna Wunna to call me, I was out in Sydney and missed it
I'm on 12 hour time change, I felt so fuckin' ridiculous
That's been my nigga, really (my nigga)
Outside rap politics (oh, yeah)
He would give me two-hundred thousand if I was down bad on my dick (woah, woah)

Gotta take another sip (sip)
'Cause I need the drank to cope (oh, yeah)
My heart broke into pieces
When they sent him 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, product done got heavier (yeah)
My bitch ass got heavier (yeah), street cred' got heavier

You don't know what I'm worth, then search me up
(You don't know what I'm worth, then search me up)
These hoes been tryna set me up
(These hoes been tryna set me up)
They know they ain't never catchin' us
Got one in the head, they'll wet you up (woo)
New nine on my dresser (woo)
My diamonds too pressure, uh, uh

New nine on my dresser
My diamonds too pressure, uh, uh
New nine on my dresser
My diamonds too pressure, uh, uh

Writer(s): Roddy Ricch, Beezo, Afterhxrs, Kevin Mitchell (Producer).

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