Rittz - Certified sh** lyrics

Hook (Young Skolla): Do you know who I am? Do you know who I'm with? Take a look at my ride Have you seen my b**h? I be with them guys We be on that G sh** Cause we from that G side Its that certified sh** Yeah its that certified sh** [2x] We be on it, look partner get in on it You ain't about it we can bring it if you want it Yeah its that certified sh** [End hook] [Verse 1: Jackie Chain] Yeah i'm certified, stand still and i'm crew man Paid my f**ing dues man Ain't got sh** to prove man Been around the block a few Yeah I seen a thing or two Sellin dope and get knocked up and getting back out ain't nothing new So my city up five stitches Movin packs and stackin britches Ain't no slippin' strip club pimpin' Getting money out these b**hes All day I get it in and all night I put in work Pleasure house my enterprise I run the sh** like Captain Kirk SMKA beam me up, yellow glint up in my cup Sour Deez up in my blunt, white girls backstage takin bumps Hit the keg and fill my cup Grab the crown and turn it up All my partners slanging cuz' Yo everybody burn it all [Hook by Young Skolla] [Verse 2: Rittz] I'm a guess this is that certified sh** They never should've let me in the music industry i'm 'bout to burglarize it Every verse that I kick is murder i spit Cuz' fill that blunt should maybe throw some herb inside it With Jackie Chain smoking then its got to be fire Send me to prison I probably seem high My girlfriend afraid that i'm a go up and do a bunch of coke and overdose like the Oxy-clean guy But I don't got a weak heart Eat bars, shock charge Pop these my team not the geek squad We gone, whose next we are Yeah I said it we are White Jesus, please god Uh, Middle fingers to the devil-man You can try to be better then me and you never can man Cause your girlfriend a fan Got her backstage head-banging on my dick like she was singing for a metal band Got Canadian whiskey in a dixie cup I'm about to hop in so i'm a riding blazed And the cops won't see my red eyes When they hidin' behind some designer shades Slumerican, a movement you ain't f**ing with [?] you can do is see us dominate S-M-K-A A A A they don't really want a problem 'eh Cause we certified, yeah, b**h [Hook by Young Skolla] [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] Certified, Murder guys Big dick b**h un-circumsized Grim reaper n***a meet your demise Put 'em in the dirt earth fertilized Can't believe the nerves of guys I bet I'll leave you terrified And if you real then verify That can't leave a mother f**er paralyzed Hannibal Lecter petal to the matter of tech Then when I put a metal hoop to protect ya Eat a n***a's heart for breakfast They f**ed up 7:30 you know I'm local and I'm reckless East of my n***as in Texas Eastside n***as the freshest Might be in back of your Lexus With a mask and duct tape a machete I'm ready to put the motherf**er up in your neck b**h Semi-auto, Demi Lovato Give me a motto A whole to swallow a whole 40 ounce bottle I ain't got it all in my nachos Hold the ground beef, the black beans, cheese, and avocado Couple of toasts, a dope n***a we high Leave a s**a' n***a floating on the seaside I ain't gotta verbalize n***as know I'm certified Mr. Benton n***a live from the East side [Hook by Young Skolla]