Turn Down Rittz

[Intro]
(Turn up, Rittz!)
Shut up, bitch!

[Hook]
Light the weed, we gon burn that shit down
Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
Word on the street, you’ve been running your mouth
But turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Trying to turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Trying to up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down
Trying to turn up on me

[Verse 1]
It's Rittz in this bitch, White Jesus back for the second coming
Second time around I keep it extra slummy
Fuck what you rep and your record company
For the check, I’ve been a threat, I’m feeling extra hungry
Too much of a veteran to ever let them son me
Better check the record books, I rep my county
Way before Gwinnett was ever called the northside
Ain’t no way to argue with the shit, respect it homie
On the web, these punks be making threats to jump me
Taking pictures with your weapon, you’re flexing Gumbi
Retros on, watch out where you're stepping, clumsy
I ain’t got a lot to lose, really next to nothing
And I’m beginning to feel like I'm a black guy
That’s why I guess I got a bunch of ghetto ass white bitches trying to tatt my
Name up on her titty, keep on turning up and one of them will give a bitch a black eye
Light my