Turn Down

(Turn up, Rittz!) Shut up, bitch! Yeah, yeah, yeah Light the weed, we gonna burn that shit down Lifted on the beat, about to murder it now Word on the street, you've been running your mouth (yeah!) But turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up, shut up, shut up!) Trying to turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up!) Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up, shut up, shut up!) Trying to turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up!) Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up, shut up, shut up!) Trying to turn up on me! It's Rittz in this bitch, White Jesus back for the second coming Second time around I keep it extra slummy Fuck what you repping, you're backing cockney For the check, I've been a threat, I'm feeling extra hungry Too much of a veteran to ever let you from me Better check the rep, and plus I rep my county Way before when it was ever called the northside Ain't no way to argue with this shit, respect it, homie! On the web, these punks be making threats to jump me Taking pictures with your weapon, you flexing on me Retros on, watch out where you stepping, clumsy I ain't got a lot to lose, really next to nothing And I'm getting to feel like I'm a black guy, that's why! I guess I got a bunch of ghetto ass white bitches trying to tat my name up on their titty Keep on turning up and one of them will give a bitch a black eye Light the weed, we gonna burn that shit down Lifted on the beat, about to murder it now Word on the street, you've been running your mouth But turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up, shut up, shut up!) Trying to turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up!) Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up, shut up, shut up!) Trying to turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up!) Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up, shut up, shut up!) Trying to turn up on me! 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 of nobody 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 Cîroc 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 Germaphobic 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 the Light the weed, we gonna burn that shit down Lifted on the beat, about to murder it now (yeah!) Word on the street, you've been running your mouth But turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up, shut up, shut up!) Trying to turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up!) Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (Shut up, shut up, shut up!) Trying to turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up!) Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up, shut up, shut up!) Trying to turn up on me! Two years in a row I got skipped on the freshman cover Got me feeling some type of way And I aint hating on the rebels they picked But I'm on the Atlanta tour, 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 Nobodys 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 was 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, put the light on! Light the weed, we gonna burn that shit down (Rittz) Lifted on the beat, about to murder it now (Lifted) Word on the street, you've been running your mouth But turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up, shut up, shut up!) Trying to turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up!) Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (Shut up, shut up, shut up!) Trying to turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (shut up!) Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down (Shut up, shut up, shut up!) Trying to turn up on me!