Lifted (Producer) - Turn Down lyrics

[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]