In July 2018, he released the London on da Track-produced single, "Die Young," in which he had written the night rapper, XXXTENTACION, died. The song—dedicated to X and deceased rappers Speaker Knockerz and Lil Snoop. Its music video would go on to accumulate 11 million views on YouTube and 8 million streams on Spotify.
In August 2018, he released the single "Ricch Forever," produced by DJ Bugsy. That month, Meek Mill released a preview of a collaborative track with Ricch.
In October 2018, Meek Mill brought Ricch out as his guest at a PowerHouse concert in Philadelphia. Mill also gifted him a "Dreamchasers" chain, prompting speculation that Ricch would be signed to Mill's Dreamchasers record label imprint.
On November 2, 2018, Roddy Ricch released his second mixtape, Feed Tha Streets II. The album, which features the singles "Die Young" and "Every Season," has thus far peaked at number 68 on the Billboard 200 chart and at number 36 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart. Later in the month, Marshmello previewed a new track featuring Ricch.
In June 2019, he collaborated with American DJ and record producer Mustard on the track, "Ballin'", off Mustard's third studio album, Perfect Ten, which became Mustard's highest-charting song on the Hot 100 as a lead artist, peaking at number 12.
In December 2019, he released his debut album, Please Excuse Me for Being Antisocial, debuting and peaking at number one on the Billboard 200, and featured Roddy's highest charting and most successful song, [song]The Box"[/song] which topped the Hot 100 at number one, as well as [song]Start wit Me[/song] featuring Gunna
Area Codes
Roddy Ricch Lyrics
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I got different hoes, in different area codes (woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with a shooter (woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him slippin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (no)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (woo, woo)
Rare talk, yeah, talk, I'm gettin' to the bag, nigga
Niggas call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a nigga hoppin' out my bag, nigga
Never fell in love with a bitch 'cause Ricch ain't goin' out sad, nigga
I was just choppin' it up with Meek, now I hop out the Wag', nigga
Whippin' up dope, got the re-work, spilled it on my t-shirt
That Justin Bieber, she love my trap demeanor
How you niggas say you robbin', you ain't never make the news (never made the news)
Counted up ten racks, then I got some brand new shoes
I got a brown skin bad as Meagan Good
Pullin' up Panamera when I'm in my hood
Niggas think I made a million off the jugg
Take care of my dawgs on death row like I'm Suge (yeah, yeah)
I got different hoes, in different area codes (woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with a shooter (woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him slippin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (no)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (woo, woo)
I just fucked her then I kicked her, no romancin'
She just like me 'cause my diamonds dancin' like a ballerina
If a nigga movin' by myself, then I gotta have a Nina
Told that bitch I only want her, I ain't never ever need her
Gotta get a Puma deal, waitin' on my call for memory
Slangin' that white girl, Miley Cyrus, but my plug Vietnamese
See all these niggas hate me 'cause I got these racks on me
And my diamonds water, bitch, I spent a dub for the submarine
I got a new broad in every city I've been steppin' in
I hopped on the private with Louis V luggage
I got a new bag and hopped in the Benz
Got the new Cartier glasses
I'm Crippin', lil' nigga, the navy blue tinted the lens
I just need Benjamins, I don't need no friends
I got different hoes, in different area codes (woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with a shooter (woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him slippin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (no)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (woo, woo)
In "Area Codes," Roddy Ricch brags about his romantic and financial conquests. He is able to enjoy different women in different cities due to his success, much like Ludacris in his famous song "Area Codes." He also boasts about his prowess with firearms and the fact that he's not afraid to use them if provoked, as well as his aversion to "fake" people. He sings about his love for luxury goods such as Goyard bags and Cartier lenses, and his disdain for love and commitment in relationships.
Line by Line Meaning
I got different hoes, in different area codes (woo, woo)
I have multiple women in different locations
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (woo, woo)
I feel like Ludacris, getting out of the car with my guns
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
If I'm going to date that woman, I need to make sure she's mentally stable
Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light
I have a laser on my gun and I caught someone sleeping at a red light
These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (woo, woo)
These guys have been lying, and I can't tolerate that anymore
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (no)
If someone isn't genuine, they can't be around me anymore
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (woo, woo)
I only have sex with someone once and then lose interest
Made a million, I don't even count no more (woo, woo)
I have so much money that I don't even bother counting it anymore
I was just choppin' it up with Meek, now I hop out the Wag', nigga
I was just talking to Meek Mill and now I'm getting out of my car
Whippin' up dope, got the re-work, spilled it on my t-shirt
I'm cooking drugs, and I spilled some on my shirt
How you niggas say you robbin', you ain't never make the news (never made the news)
How can you claim to be robbing people, but you've never made it into the news for it?
Countin' up 10 racks, then I got some brand new shoes
I just counted $10,000 and bought new shoes with it
I got a brown skin bad as Meagan Good
I have a dark-skinned woman who is as attractive as Meagan Good
Pullin' up Panamera when I'm in my hood
I drive my Porsche Panamera when I'm in my neighborhood
Take care of my dawgs on death row like I'm Suge (yeah, yeah)
I take care of my friends in prison like Suge Knight used to do for his friends
I just fucked her then I kicked her, no romancin'
I had sex with her and then ended things abruptly, without any romance
She just like me 'cause my diamonds dancin' like a ballerina
She likes me because my diamond jewelry is sparkling and shining like a ballerina
Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light
I caught someone off guard with my laser sight at a red light
I'm Crippin', lil' nigga, the navy blue tinted the lens
I represent the Crips gang and my sunglasses are tinted a navy blue color
I just need Benjamins, I don't need no friends
All I need is money, I don't need any friends
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Eric Sandoval, Rodrick Moore
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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I got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (Woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo)
[Verse 1]
Rare talk, yeah, talk, I'm gettin' to the bag, nigga
Niggas call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a nigga hoppin' out my bag, nigga
Never fell in love with a bitch 'cause Ricch ain't goin' out sad, nigga
I was just choppin' it up with Meek, now I hop out the Wag', nigga
Whippin' up dope, got the re-work, spilled it on my t-shirt
That Justin Bieber, she love my trap demeanor
How you niggas say you robbin', you ain't never make the news (Never made the news)
Countin' up 10 racks, then I got some brand new shoes
I got a brown skin bad as Meagan Good
Pullin' up Panamera when I'm in my hood
Niggas think I made a million off the drugs
Take care of my dawgs on death row like I'm Suge (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (Woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo)
[Verse 2]
I just fucked her then I kicked her, no romancin'
She just like me 'cause my diamonds dancin' like a ballerina
If a nigga movin' by myself, then I gotta have a Nina
Told that bitch I only want her, I ain't never ever need her
Gotta get a Puma deal, waitin' on my call for memory
Slangin' that white girl, Miley Cyrus, but my plug Vietnamese
See all these niggas hate me 'cause I got these racks on me
And my diamonds water, bitch, I spent a dub for the submarine
I got a new broad in every city I've been steppin' in
I hopped on the private with Louis V luggage
I got a new bag and hopped in the Benz
Got the new Cartier glasses
I'm Crippin', lil' nigga, the navy blue tinted the lens
I just need Benjamins, I don't need no friends
[Chorus]
I got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo)
I feel like Luda, hop out with the shooters (Woo, woo)
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo)
Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin', I can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No)
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (Woo, woo)
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@1xvonnn._566
Mid
@Sirenzzzz
@1xvonnn._ then don't stay for the goat next time
@denzeltaborda
His versatility is crazy🤩🔥
@NikolaJokic23
Yeah he’s got his chill songs and vibes and hype songs ynow
@SneakerCentralTM
you ever heard of trippie redd?
@otf2156
Red Wasp Trippie Redd is fucking garbage
@batcat2338
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠
@ToesinURicecream
@OTF 21 he’s got some bangers man, don’t hate. He’s not on roddys level tho
@averagecinephile7815
The most underrated gem from this album