10 For 10 (10X10) lyrics

[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 n*ggas pretend, pretend
I ain't gotta lie, I been havin' it
Look at my wrist, static, uh
n*gga just bought a new Patek, uh
It ain't my fault I been havin' it
I'm bein' caught with the baddest b*tches

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
n*gga just got it out the mud, I win a full thirty
'Cause my wrist rock it
It had this b*tch sloppy, hey
Meek got the Lamborghini truck but a n*gga 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
b*tch my grill, rocket, hmm
He should've went to Avianne
I been goin' codeine crazy, sh*t got me movin' like a zombie, yeah
I been gettin' racks, okay
My n*ggas 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 n*ggas
'Cause these n*ggas be cappin' to me
She wanna hop on the cash way
b*tch you ain't gettin' no bag today, yeah
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I'm goin' ten for ten
I never needed no practice
These n*ggas pretend, pretend
I ain't gotta lie, I been havin' it
Look at my wrist, static, uh
n*gga just bought a new Patek, uh
It ain't my fault I been havin' it
I'm bein' caught with the baddest b*tches

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
I never needed no practice sh*t
If he try on my dawg, then we slimin' him (Slime)
n*gga 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' n*gga 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 b*tch (Blood)
I got baguettes in the face and a AP, I might cause some blood in this b*tch (Blaow)
I got some opps and they wishin' death on me, I'm leavin' some blood in this b*tch (Blaow)
I got a .30 Glock on me this sh*t is so dirty, got pus in that b*tch
(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 pus*y 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 f*ck on some twins
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I'm goin' ten for ten
I never needed no practice
These n*ggas pretend, pretend
I ain't gotta lie, I been havin' it
Look at my wrist, static, uh
n*gga just bought a new Patek, uh
It ain't my fault I been havin' it
I'm bein' caught with the baddest b*tches