Yuh yeah
It’s Rittz
Uh
[Verse 1: Rittz]
I do me I ain’t ever give a fuck about the next wave
I done see so many entertainers come and go
Some are broke (what)
But they’re treated like a sex slave
Get fucked, do a dip for the record exect say
I’ma raise some hell for some decades
Back then we ain’t argue online
Got a problem we would call ‘em tell ‘em meet up at the next place
Stepped up with his chest out, left in a neck brace
Educate yourself on who you’re fucking with
You scared to shoot somebody?
What the fuck you take a picture with your gun for?
That ain’t your friend, man you known him for a month
Like you don’t believe a storm while he’s stripping you at gunpoint
Y’all are too gullible and not me
Need to save your guts and glory your story on your IG
Drinking tequila fucking lime squeezed
Different lines that I sneeze, hit the trees till I dry heave
I been inside of my cartras
Fuck a backboard I am not a fan of the hardships
While I guard shit, I’m hard and I’m heartless
Smart and I’m sharp dressed
Who you know that’s got his own face on cigar (that’s me)
Burn muscle my car been found a couple Xanny bars on my sharp Vet
Found a guitar pick then I started my car
Hit Jermaine, caught up and hard pressed
But it’s broad less inside of the baby fathers apartment
I offered her hard dick
She took it, I finished and left
Happy there’s a piece of pussy I didn’t regret
Ain’t nobody censor me yet
My shits authentic but at times I’ve been a victim of identity theft
You got some missing pieces in your chemistry set
You tried to copy in a lab but didn’t get it correct
But let ‘em give it their best, there’s only one
I’m the hardest on the red rapper to ever exist
And they call me Rittz, bitch
It’s Rittz
Uh
[Verse 1: Rittz]
I do me I ain’t ever give a fuck about the next wave
I done see so many entertainers come and go
Some are broke (what)
But they’re treated like a sex slave
Get fucked, do a dip for the record exect say
I’ma raise some hell for some decades
Back then we ain’t argue online
Got a problem we would call ‘em tell ‘em meet up at the next place
Stepped up with his chest out, left in a neck brace
Educate yourself on who you’re fucking with
You scared to shoot somebody?
What the fuck you take a picture with your gun for?
That ain’t your friend, man you known him for a month
Like you don’t believe a storm while he’s stripping you at gunpoint
Y’all are too gullible and not me
Need to save your guts and glory your story on your IG
Drinking tequila fucking lime squeezed
Different lines that I sneeze, hit the trees till I dry heave
I been inside of my cartras
Fuck a backboard I am not a fan of the hardships
While I guard shit, I’m hard and I’m heartless
Smart and I’m sharp dressed
Who you know that’s got his own face on cigar (that’s me)
Burn muscle my car been found a couple Xanny bars on my sharp Vet
Found a guitar pick then I started my car
Hit Jermaine, caught up and hard pressed
But it’s broad less inside of the baby fathers apartment
I offered her hard dick
She took it, I finished and left
Happy there’s a piece of pussy I didn’t regret
Ain’t nobody censor me yet
My shits authentic but at times I’ve been a victim of identity theft
You got some missing pieces in your chemistry set
You tried to copy in a lab but didn’t get it correct
But let ‘em give it their best, there’s only one
I’m the hardest on the red rapper to ever exist
And they call me Rittz, bitch
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