Turn Down

[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 [Hook] [Verse 2] Turn up, turn up All they ever say is turn up They know me all around the world, Australia to Europe There’s levels to this shit, and I’m a different caliber of MC, and you're the kind nobody's ever heard of Don’t try to play the leader, Hannibal will murder Murdoch I’m bout to stir up syrup inside a solo cup With some Sprite and some Ciroc Get drunk and shoot a bird up They need an article of me in the Atlanta Journal Constitution, pay homage to me, they should paint a mural Of me on 85, my shit is a brochure of Gwinnett, respect the way I did it and didn’t switch up a minute The nerve of these haters, some of them deserve a Beating, you couldn’t touch it if you wanted to, like you're a Germa-phobic taking over shit, and that I’m sure of Determination, what you mad I made it? better cheer up It’s bloody murder every time I burn up Bout to light, light the [Hook] [Verse 3] Two years in a row I got skipped on the freshman cover Got me feeling some type of way And I ain’t hating on the rappers they picked, but I’ve been headlining tours Selling records, no competition inside my lane Up at the hip hop awards, killed the cypher Paved the way for Gwinnett County, bitch you know I’m Slum You can listen to my first album And see where some of these double time rappers got their whole style from Nobody talking shit about me cause they know I’ll come And turn em down, I’m not a rapper to show out on The Clintel is the crew that I grew up with But even if I was alone, outgunned, I’d still call you a bitch I’m pissed and far from rich Still crawling on the bottom and I solemnly swear I had White Jesus in my crockpot before Ross said walking on air Bout to light the [Hook]