Rittz - After Mornin lyrics

Take 85 north to Gwinnett
To my stompin' ground
People sleepin' on my county
Now it's time to wake em' up
Smell the coffee ground
Bout' to steal the spotlight
Snort snow and I flow, feel the frostbite
We sellin' ice cream
I ain't talking Klondikes
Crystal meth, and it's crystal clear
Reporting live from Gwinnett like
I'm Walter Cronkite
So ya'll might wanna keep a pistol near
Devo on the board, hear the engineer
What's the deal
Pickle spear? Smoke a hog leg
After that I'ma bounce to the
Crib with this bitch cause
She got my dick stiffer than a frog leg
Have her soundin' like she ball-gagged
Bust a nut then I dip out I'm Jimmy Carter
Motherfuckers wanna look hard from they whip
But 26
I ain't playin' with you kindergartners
It's the infamous Rittz, aka White Jesus
Alias Jonny Valiant
I hope when I come across to you it's on
Cause if you step you'll get
Tossed like a pasta salad
So, excuse me junior
Got a QP in my underwear right
Next to my huge kahunas
And it's not for sale homie, it's personal
Take a toke and tell me how the purple pull
Brought it through the terminal
My heart's still from the bay, bay, bay
All the way to the A, A, a
I'ma take a little hit then
I'll do a little yay', yay'
Got the hookup on the customized J's
Everybody look amazed when they
Checkin' out the footwork
Sayin' who the fuck is Rittz and the
Cli-N Tel comin' out the woodwork
Puffin' good herb, yuh uh yeah

I got a cup full of Captain Morgan
A mango blunt wrap filled with kush
Got a gram and a half to snort and
My fingernails smell like a ganja bush
I put my Xanax bars in the cellophane
And when you givin' me dirty looks
I'ma wash it down with this Captain Morgan
The party don't stop till After Mornin'

All the ladies in the crowd raise
Your hand if you're tired
Of your man and you wish
You had something new
Ok, I see a couple few you, you, you
Too suddenly the number grew now listen
All the girls with their hands
In the air that
Is tired of their man wantin' somethin' new
Congrats girl, you're invited backstage
Afterwords you can fuck my crew
It feels like Utopia, we livin' la vida coca
Man i feel the line slide down
My throat and drain
Then chase it with a Crown and Coke
Till my body's floatin' like
A big banana boat
Try to kill my high and I'ma split your
Cantaloupe right in half like a nut shell
Tell the cops that you got drunk, fell
Tried to run
Somewhere that's the reason for the
Motherfuckin' blood trail "Rittz
Just chill" i'll be in an all black
Presidential Caddy '06 DeVille
Still with the original wheels
Smokin' pure kush, shit
"What's your name there white
Boy?" George Bush, bitch
It's neon green i had it in my pocket
You can smell it on my Shean John jeans
My Sean John jeans
Eyes chinkin' like a Chinese ping pong team
Now I'm off tryin' to find me a
Ding dong fiend with a drug habit
Got some porn star E pills
I'mma take her to the crib
Get her freaky as fuck
And when tomorrow comes around
Tell my boys the details
Some say I go overboard
And the thought that my
Heart might explode before
When my nose was sore
I just smoked some more
When my lungs are done
There's somethin' cold to pour

I got a cup full of Captain Morgan
A mango blunt wrap filled with kush
Got a gram and a half to snort and
My fingernails smell like a ganja bush
I put my Xanax bars in the cellophane
And when you givin' me dirty looks
I'ma wash it down with this Captain Morgan
The party don't stop till After Mornin'