[Intro]
(Turn up, Rittz!)
Shut up, b**h!
[Hook]
Light the weed, we gon burn that sh** 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 b**h down
Trying to turn up on me, Imma turn that b**h down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that b**h down
Trying to up on me, Imma turn that b**h down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that b**h down
Trying to turn up on me
[Verse 1]
It's Rittz in this b**h, White Jesus back for the second coming
Second time around I keep it extra slummy
f** 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 sh**, 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 a** white b**hes trying to tatt my
Name up on her titty, keep on turning up and one of them will give a b**h a black eye
Light my
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
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 sh**, 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 sh** 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 sh**, 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
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, k**ed the cypher
Paved the way for Gwinnett County, b**h 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 sh** 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 b**h
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
[Hook]