Chorus:
Backstage passes, after parties
Jugs of Jack and Crown
Bought rounds for everyone
It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone
RIP, time to celebrate the life
Life with all my friends and loved ones
Fuck our differences, have love for everyone
It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone
RIP, time to celebrate the life
Verse 1 (Rittz):
This like an out of body experience
I could take you out of quarantine
I could take you down to Georgia
Name ringin' bells from New Orleans to Portland, Maine
Start a foursome on the tourbus
Maybe I should be going by a porno name
These white boys so lame that's real
I feel I gotta spill the pork and beans
My pockets swell up like a hornet's sting
Someone allergic, I'm puffin' sherbert
Inside a cone like I work at Coldstone
Creamery, rolled so evenly it's almost perfect
Make a so called shooter want to give up on the smoke cold turkey
Don't go purposefully braggin' to my crew
That you got a plug or two cuz you're probably gonna blow both circuits
Get it? Yeah, sick of doing biz in a Bozo circus
So so worth it, the bros go flirt with the yellow
When the white can't control those urges
(Mwah, mwah, mwah)
So many rocks around my neck
People think I'm like a stone cold person
My bitch is British, I'm sippin' Swedish
I just left Paris, the driver of the Lyft spoke Turkish
Nah, I don't get no service, people wanna come play catch up
Please check the text just sent to me last week
If you never gotta a reply yet, guess what
I'm still busy, busy always hittin' ignore
I don't enjoy small talk
Like "Yo, how you been doING?"
I be like "Sorry, gotta get goING!"
I be at the Chophouse compound with a strip loin
Really I'm surprised I got seated
Tell the hostess fuck that dress code
I prefer to eat mine beanin'
Drunk and we got the thump in the sub
You can feel it when your feet hit the cement
Underground old DJ Cab is screamin' this evenin'
It's Rittz, bitch
Backstage passes, after parties
Jugs of Jack and Crown
Bought rounds for everyone
It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone
RIP, time to celebrate the life
Life with all my friends and loved ones
Fuck our differences, have love for everyone
It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone
RIP, time to celebrate the life
Verse 1 (Rittz):
This like an out of body experience
I could take you out of quarantine
I could take you down to Georgia
Name ringin' bells from New Orleans to Portland, Maine
Start a foursome on the tourbus
Maybe I should be going by a porno name
These white boys so lame that's real
I feel I gotta spill the pork and beans
My pockets swell up like a hornet's sting
Someone allergic, I'm puffin' sherbert
Inside a cone like I work at Coldstone
Creamery, rolled so evenly it's almost perfect
Make a so called shooter want to give up on the smoke cold turkey
Don't go purposefully braggin' to my crew
That you got a plug or two cuz you're probably gonna blow both circuits
Get it? Yeah, sick of doing biz in a Bozo circus
So so worth it, the bros go flirt with the yellow
When the white can't control those urges
(Mwah, mwah, mwah)
So many rocks around my neck
People think I'm like a stone cold person
My bitch is British, I'm sippin' Swedish
I just left Paris, the driver of the Lyft spoke Turkish
Nah, I don't get no service, people wanna come play catch up
Please check the text just sent to me last week
If you never gotta a reply yet, guess what
I'm still busy, busy always hittin' ignore
I don't enjoy small talk
Like "Yo, how you been doING?"
I be like "Sorry, gotta get goING!"
I be at the Chophouse compound with a strip loin
Really I'm surprised I got seated
Tell the hostess fuck that dress code
I prefer to eat mine beanin'
Drunk and we got the thump in the sub
You can feel it when your feet hit the cement
Underground old DJ Cab is screamin' this evenin'
It's Rittz, bitch
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