Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rittz
Rittz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan McCollum
Jonathan McCollum
Songwriter
Stepan Taft
Stepan Taft
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Watson
Daniel Watson
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Sam Bohl
Sam Bohl
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stepan Taft
Stepan Taft
Producer
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Bring it to your momma's house if you dodging me (dodging me, dodging me) Dodging me (dodging me, dodging me) Bring to your momma's house if you dodgin' me (dodging me, dodging me) Dodging me (dodging me, dodging me) Bring to your momma's house if you dodgin' me (dodging me, dodging me) So you know I'm bout to K-I-L-L People say I'm crazy, maybe so I need to go and take a P-I-L-L They should lock me up and throw away the key and put me in a C-E-L-L They say they don't like the way I'm spitting, fuck 'em, they can go to H-E-L-L For R-E-A-L, let's go Don't play me, man, it's kill or be killed Fuck with me, then blood is getting spilled on the field I'm going crazy, no refill on my pills Ain't no use in anybody trying to tell me to chill Or cool off, 'cause the screws off In my head ain't tight, they loose y'all better try to get a move on Get a U-Haul, dog, a Ryder truck Before I slice you up and put your body in the boondocks I was doing it when Busta was saying, "Woo Ha!" When Boyz II Men was the shit and was singing doo-wop We was sticking two Phillies together calling 'em ooh-wops What, you mad? Nobody knew who you was Man, a brew buzz wasn't never enough We crushed anything we knew that we could toot up Our nostril, we pop pills and do bumps Falling out the sky like parachuters Who wants drama, wanna come and rumble with the champ Better not be on no weak shit 'Cause when it comes to rap, I got it locked like it's a prison camp These little kids can scram or tell 'em bow down, kiss the hand When they get put in their place at first, they wouldn't embrace me Now their faced with admitting that I got what it takes And I'm a stay killing records, tell 'em murder's the case Until the day they consider me as one of the greats, I'm 'bout to K-I-L-L People say I'm crazy, maybe so I need to go and take a P-I-L-L They should lock me up and throw away the key and put me in a C-E-L-L They say they don't like the way I'm spitting, fuck 'em, they can go to H-E-L-L For R-E-A-L, let's go Here I come, tell 'em bombs away and when I say that I'm coming that means I'm probably cumming on your baby mama's face The shit's easy, I put on some Drake We drank Yellow Tail Chardonnay, and that was all it takes I'm taking over so wake up and smell the coffee cakes These other guys are fake, they talk a lot, but wouldn't squash a grape Don't discombobulate them with me, we are not the same Get out my lane, put on your brakes, and taste the marmalade The fact I'm winning got you jelly Your hype is dying down, now your record isn't selling Your pride got you too competitive and scared of failing You chilling in the club, and they like, "Rittz is in the building," and it's killing you Any who, I be in a kiddie pool with liquor and some hoes these other rapper's are miniscule Anybody that's coming at me can get it, too Take it too far and end up kissing my tennis shoe Now let me see your titties, boo 'Cause all I see is pics of your kids on the internet, nobody wanna see them We can be friends, we can pretend that it's cheese dip on your face When we know it's really semen Let your knees bend and show the homies the bullseye Move ya booty like you was trying to hula hoop My God, now suck it like you was 'bout to use a Hoover vacuum That dude is stupid in the booth, I K-I-L-L People say I'm crazy, maybe so I need to go and take a P-I-L-L They should lock me up and throw away the key and put me in a C-E-L-L They say they don't like the way I'm spitting, fuck 'em, they can go to H-E-L-L For R-E-A-L, let's go We drinking like Hank Williams and smoking like Willie Nelson You betta try to hire Van Helsing Or a monster killer, homie, 'cause no one can help them Jealous of me 'cause I make the shit that nobody else can I'm the long haired red-headed rapper that be showing out On every single record other rappers 'bout to blow em out The water it's a slaughter, why you talking shit, you motor mouth? These motherfuckers adding up to no amount, they know I'm 'bout to K-I-L-L People say I'm crazy, maybe so I need to go and take a P-I-L-L They should lock me up and throw away the key and put me in a C-E-L-L They say they don't like the way I'm spitting, fuck 'em, they can go to H-E-L-L For R-E-A-L, let's go Dodging me (dodging me, dodging me) Bring to your momma's house if you dodgin' me (dodging me, dodgin me) Dodging me (dodging me, dodging me) Bring to your momma's house if you dodgin' me (dodging me, dodging me)
Writer(s): Stepan Taft, Jonathan Mccollum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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