[Intro]
Yeah
Nobody fucking with us
Rittz up in this bitch, when I spit I'm a warrior
Still got that Crown Royal in my cup, 'bout to pour it up
Biggest independent in the game, if you lame we're ignorin' ya
Everytime I get with Tech on a track it's historical
You better warn these hoes, I said...
[Hook]
Watch out for your spot, here I come, I'm warning ya
They said that I'm hot, really I was just warming up
Haters wanna see me flop, I’m outperforming 'em
Everywhere we go people point at us
They wanna join us 'cause we making noise
We was born with the formula
Strange Music got the formula
Tech N9na got the formula
White Jesus got the formula
People wanna point at us
They wanna join us 'cause we making noise
We was born with the formula
[Verse 1: Rittz]
From Atlanta to the MO
From the second that I connected with Tech I set the precedents
Killin' a beat for Seven's effortless
Rappers stressing us, so what’s or who it do
You know who coming neck to neck with us
Nobody - I'm just resurrecting Keith Sweat for the heck of it
Sometimes I hate my aggression it gets the best of me
Like I was possessed and I need the exorcist
Until they hear me I keep rushin' up the field like Emmitt Smith
Cocky like a boxing champ
Do excuse me 'cause my mind is kinda like a lava lamp
Savage like I'm Macho Man
Medusa logo on the side of my Versace lens
Thinking like I should be singing in a Mariachi band
Hola, que pasa guey?
You should really watch the way you stepping to me
Fuck around and now you lost a leg
And now you look like Drake in his Degrassi days
Crippled, lame as fuck, and it ain't tough for me to spot a rotten egg
Had to squash you, homie, I'm a giant, I'm colossal
You a cartoon drawer, motherfucker I'm Picasso
I just need a Xannie bar, a couple shots inside my nostril
When I'm Michael coming harder than Lamar inside a brothel
Fuck a rapper, I would rather be compared to Aristotle, where the bottle?
Simply miss, another Caribou, where the Lou?
Pussy fronting with a gun they scared of you, scared of who?
Somebody better go and let them know that what they better do is
Yeah
Nobody fucking with us
Rittz up in this bitch, when I spit I'm a warrior
Still got that Crown Royal in my cup, 'bout to pour it up
Biggest independent in the game, if you lame we're ignorin' ya
Everytime I get with Tech on a track it's historical
You better warn these hoes, I said...
[Hook]
Watch out for your spot, here I come, I'm warning ya
They said that I'm hot, really I was just warming up
Haters wanna see me flop, I’m outperforming 'em
Everywhere we go people point at us
They wanna join us 'cause we making noise
We was born with the formula
Strange Music got the formula
Tech N9na got the formula
White Jesus got the formula
People wanna point at us
They wanna join us 'cause we making noise
We was born with the formula
[Verse 1: Rittz]
From Atlanta to the MO
From the second that I connected with Tech I set the precedents
Killin' a beat for Seven's effortless
Rappers stressing us, so what’s or who it do
You know who coming neck to neck with us
Nobody - I'm just resurrecting Keith Sweat for the heck of it
Sometimes I hate my aggression it gets the best of me
Like I was possessed and I need the exorcist
Until they hear me I keep rushin' up the field like Emmitt Smith
Cocky like a boxing champ
Do excuse me 'cause my mind is kinda like a lava lamp
Savage like I'm Macho Man
Medusa logo on the side of my Versace lens
Thinking like I should be singing in a Mariachi band
Hola, que pasa guey?
You should really watch the way you stepping to me
Fuck around and now you lost a leg
And now you look like Drake in his Degrassi days
Crippled, lame as fuck, and it ain't tough for me to spot a rotten egg
Had to squash you, homie, I'm a giant, I'm colossal
You a cartoon drawer, motherfucker I'm Picasso
I just need a Xannie bar, a couple shots inside my nostril
When I'm Michael coming harder than Lamar inside a brothel
Fuck a rapper, I would rather be compared to Aristotle, where the bottle?
Simply miss, another Caribou, where the Lou?
Pussy fronting with a gun they scared of you, scared of who?
Somebody better go and let them know that what they better do is
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