turn down
(Turn up, Rittz!)
Shut up, bitch!
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you’ve been running your mouth
But turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Trying to turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Trying to up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Trying to turn up on me
It's Rittz in this bitch, White Jesus back for the second coming
Second time around I keep it extra slummy
Fuck what you rep and your record company
For the check, I’ve been a threat, I’m feeling extra hungry
Too much of a veteran to ever let them son me
Better check the record books, I rep my county
Way before Gwinnett was ever called the northside
Ain’t no way to argue with the shit, respect it homie
On the web, these punks be making threats to jump me
Taking pictures with your weapon, you’re flexing Gumbi
Retros on, watch out where you're stepping, clumsy
I ain’t got a lot to lose, really next to nothing
And I’m beginning to feel like I'm a black guy
That’s why I guess I got a bunch of ghetto ass white bitches trying to tatt my
Name up on her titty, keep on turning up and one of them will give a bitch a black eye
Light my
Turn up, turn up
All they ever say is turn up
They know me all around the world, Australia to Europe
There’s levels to this shit, and I’m a different caliber of
MC, and you're the kind nobody's ever heard of
Don’t try to play the leader, Hannibal will murder Murdoch
I’m bout to stir up syrup inside a solo cup
With some Sprite and some Ciroc
Get drunk and shoot a bird up
They need an article of me in the Atlanta Journal
Constitution, pay homage to me, they should paint a mural
Of me on 85, my shit is a brochure of
Gwinnett, respect the way I did it and didn’t switch up a minute
The nerve of these haters, some of them deserve a
Beating, you couldn’t touch it if you wanted to, like you're a
Germa-phobic taking over shit, and that I’m sure of
Determination, what you mad I made it? better cheer up
It’s bloody murder every time I burn up
Bout to light, light the
Two years in a row I got skipped on the freshman cover
Got me feeling some type of way
And I ain’t hating on the rappers they picked, but I’ve been headlining tours
Selling records, no competition inside my lane
Up at the hip hop awards, killed the cypher
Paved the way for Gwinnett County, bitch you know I’m Slum
You can listen to my first album
And see where some of these double time rappers got their whole style from
Nobody talking shit about me cause they know I’ll come
And turn em down, I’m not a rapper to show out on
The Clintel is the crew that I grew up with
But even if I was alone, outgunned, I’d still call you a bitch
I’m pissed and far from rich
Still crawling on the bottom and I solemnly swear
I had White Jesus in my crockpot before Ross said walking on air
Bout to light the