High Five Rittz

[Intro]
High five
High five
High five
Tell 'em bitch

[Chorus]
This is Rittz, White Jesus
Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)
This is Rittz, White Jesus
Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)
This is Rittz, White Jesus
Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)
You ain't gotta tell 'em bitch
They know who the hell it is

[Verse 1]
Everybody lookin' ever since they sayin', "Where'd he come from?"
From the north side of Atlanta, Tropicana
Bubble gum in the blunt, bump, bump, bump
Beatin' in the trunk, in the donk 808
Straight beatin' like a tom-tom drum or a gun stump
Feel the cocaine that I snorted
Come up with a shuttle when they see us fly by
Snapback full of buddha and a cooler full of High Lifes
Somebody gimme high five
Jeremy Scott Adidas on my feet, they got the biggest pinky ring
You ever seen upon a white boy's hand (Damn)
White boy going ham, y'all wearing tight jeans
Going glam, going, going, going, damn
Got 'em buzzin' in the club like boing, boing, blam
Like a fat couple fuckin' in a Dodge Ram
Cup fulla Crown, who drunk as I am? (I am)
You ain't yet, let me dive in
That 'fro like a retro porn star
Pocket fulla money, I don't gotta go to Coinstar
Now I'm at a four star
Restaurant eatin' foie gras
Waiter comin' to the table, sayin' voilà
La la, tastin' like key lime pie
You can probably smell the weed when we ride by
Then it's back to the crib, back with a bitch, back in Gwinnett
And I'm buzzin' in my bee hive high
So stupid with it, flow so terrific, so futuristic, he's sci-fi
I know the magazine'll wanna gimme five mics
Feel like I'm the hottest MC times nine
Kick shit like a Kung Fu flick, hi-ya
'Bout to go down on this bitch, sky dive
Live from ya playlist, in ya iPod
It's Rittz in this bitch, can I get a high five?