Rittz, 8Ball - Pie lyrics
[Rittz, 8Ball - Pie lyrics]
Ooh, they been hating on me
Lately and I know why
Cause, I’m so, I’m so fly and they so pie
These rappers say they hate me
Then I know why cause, I’m so, I’m so fire
And they so pie homie, the only thing you’re
Killing’s my high
(I'm on) Anthrax Xanax and red bull
I’m fly I’m fresh from head to
Foot, looking like someone you want
To be next to
People hear my music and they’re
Sayin' the next dude
Well excuse me, let me get through please
They don’t want to see my next move
Tounge-flippin when I’m spitting like I drank
A tank of jet fuel
Flow go stupid like a student
In a special ed group
Let’s move, Rittz to the rescue
Fresh new Ecru shirt, let me get my cape on
Drinking on some aged rum with a
Blonde bitch in my bed
I'm the rap game’s James Bond
Everybody want to hate on me (why?)
I just want to drink and have fun
Bitch Wang Chung
Maybe cause your girl been eyein'
Me since day one now she with the crew
But she bout to get her train run on her
Put the snake tongue on her
Thats when I guess she want to
See how good the lizard is
She lick my dick like it’s
A stick of licorice and when I busted it she
Said it was delicious, rittz
That's when I, dismissed the bitch
And man it’s funny when I
Was young I predicted this
Everybody that was down
Would eventually switch
And start jumping ship
Now they see me with Slumerican
And wanna get their membership
But, I'm high, i’m so high like I’m working
On a scissor lift and I don’t give a shit
Bout who my critics is
Ears burning every time they
Try to mention Rittz
I guess I b-b-been infamous
At killing rappers and you wishing
You was sick as this and it’s senseless
Hating is a sickness bitch
This whole lane complaining cause
I’m the shit, i guess
Ooh, they been hating on me
Lately and I know why
Cause, I’m so, I’m so fly and they so pie
These rappers say they hate me
Then I know why cause, I’m so, I’m so fire
And they so pie homie, the only thing you’re
Killing’s my high
What’s up man, this big ball
Doctor sticky, I’m on call
Left the club with my dogs
I keep the pistol in my drawers
Will I change, you never know
I say no, Imma be me imma be ball, Imma be G
You can’t break me down to my knees
And I’m so pimping and I’ve been told
When I write it comes from my soul
When I rap it gets in your soul
It help me like I was some dro
Rapping loyalty and loyalty
Percentages are low
These niggas touch a couple of dollars
And start acting like some hoes
What I think, let them be
Who they want to be cause it don’t hurt me
See this belly didn’t get fed on what
The next motherfucker had to eat
See I’m hustling while you sleep
And I’m gon shine like my teeth
And I got 45 reasons why you
Bitches don’t want no beef
Let them hoes pump you up
Reality is what I’m speaking
I got purple in my cup
In the pulpit preaching
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail
Them niggas be hating and I know why
Cause big ball so fly
And you niggas cherry pie pussy
Ooh, they been hating on me
Lately and I know why
Cause, I’m so, I’m so fly and they so pie
These rappers say they hate me
Then I know why cause, I’m so, I’m so fire
And they so pie homie, the only thing you’re
Killing’s my high
You pie you man you tired as fuck
I can spot a duck from a mile away
Homie you can’t hide it bruh
You acting like you got a vagina tucked
Between your legs, jealousy a female trait
You a guy or what?
If someone told me homie buy the four
You mad at me? You should
Be happy and applauding bro
What, you tried to rhyme and you kinda suck?
What, you mad cause you run around with
Strug and signed with wolf huh
You standing in the line and they already
Let us up inside the club
You can’t afford a bag of mid and
We be smoking on exotic buds
You got some old retro J’s on, and my Prada
So god is gruff
Is that a motherfucker’s problem cuz?
Well I’ll tell you what the problem is
You a lame ass pussy motherfucker
You a follower
It’s getting hard for me to walk
When everybody hanging on my dick
Well Imma keep on pushing
Thinking Imma fall off
Hater better keep on wishing
You bought a crib on the internet, that’s it
Meanwhile I’m making history in
A treesound session
One time for crew chain, buzz, and molly too
Slumerican dammit, and we came to win
I’m at the range with the ATL twin
Let the player hate then begin because
Ooh, they been hating on me
Lately and I know why
Cause, I’m so, I’m so fly and they so pie
These rappers say they hate me
Then I know why cause, I’m so, I’m so fire
And they so pie homie, the only thing you’re
Killing’s my high
Lately and I know why
Cause, I’m so, I’m so fly and they so pie
These rappers say they hate me
Then I know why cause, I’m so, I’m so fire
And they so pie homie, the only thing you’re
Killing’s my high
(I'm on) Anthrax Xanax and red bull
I’m fly I’m fresh from head to
Foot, looking like someone you want
To be next to
People hear my music and they’re
Sayin' the next dude
Well excuse me, let me get through please
They don’t want to see my next move
Tounge-flippin when I’m spitting like I drank
A tank of jet fuel
Flow go stupid like a student
In a special ed group
Let’s move, Rittz to the rescue
Fresh new Ecru shirt, let me get my cape on
Drinking on some aged rum with a
Blonde bitch in my bed
I'm the rap game’s James Bond
Everybody want to hate on me (why?)
I just want to drink and have fun
Bitch Wang Chung
Maybe cause your girl been eyein'
Me since day one now she with the crew
But she bout to get her train run on her
Put the snake tongue on her
Thats when I guess she want to
See how good the lizard is
She lick my dick like it’s
A stick of licorice and when I busted it she
Said it was delicious, rittz
That's when I, dismissed the bitch
And man it’s funny when I
Was young I predicted this
Everybody that was down
Would eventually switch
And start jumping ship
Now they see me with Slumerican
And wanna get their membership
But, I'm high, i’m so high like I’m working
On a scissor lift and I don’t give a shit
Bout who my critics is
Ears burning every time they
Try to mention Rittz
I guess I b-b-been infamous
At killing rappers and you wishing
You was sick as this and it’s senseless
Hating is a sickness bitch
This whole lane complaining cause
I’m the shit, i guess
Ooh, they been hating on me
Lately and I know why
Cause, I’m so, I’m so fly and they so pie
These rappers say they hate me
Then I know why cause, I’m so, I’m so fire
And they so pie homie, the only thing you’re
Killing’s my high
What’s up man, this big ball
Doctor sticky, I’m on call
Left the club with my dogs
I keep the pistol in my drawers
Will I change, you never know
I say no, Imma be me imma be ball, Imma be G
You can’t break me down to my knees
And I’m so pimping and I’ve been told
When I write it comes from my soul
When I rap it gets in your soul
It help me like I was some dro
Rapping loyalty and loyalty
Percentages are low
These niggas touch a couple of dollars
And start acting like some hoes
What I think, let them be
Who they want to be cause it don’t hurt me
See this belly didn’t get fed on what
The next motherfucker had to eat
See I’m hustling while you sleep
And I’m gon shine like my teeth
And I got 45 reasons why you
Bitches don’t want no beef
Let them hoes pump you up
Reality is what I’m speaking
I got purple in my cup
In the pulpit preaching
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail
Them niggas be hating and I know why
Cause big ball so fly
And you niggas cherry pie pussy
Ooh, they been hating on me
Lately and I know why
Cause, I’m so, I’m so fly and they so pie
These rappers say they hate me
Then I know why cause, I’m so, I’m so fire
And they so pie homie, the only thing you’re
Killing’s my high
You pie you man you tired as fuck
I can spot a duck from a mile away
Homie you can’t hide it bruh
You acting like you got a vagina tucked
Between your legs, jealousy a female trait
You a guy or what?
If someone told me homie buy the four
You mad at me? You should
Be happy and applauding bro
What, you tried to rhyme and you kinda suck?
What, you mad cause you run around with
Strug and signed with wolf huh
You standing in the line and they already
Let us up inside the club
You can’t afford a bag of mid and
We be smoking on exotic buds
You got some old retro J’s on, and my Prada
So god is gruff
Is that a motherfucker’s problem cuz?
Well I’ll tell you what the problem is
You a lame ass pussy motherfucker
You a follower
It’s getting hard for me to walk
When everybody hanging on my dick
Well Imma keep on pushing
Thinking Imma fall off
Hater better keep on wishing
You bought a crib on the internet, that’s it
Meanwhile I’m making history in
A treesound session
One time for crew chain, buzz, and molly too
Slumerican dammit, and we came to win
I’m at the range with the ATL twin
Let the player hate then begin because
Ooh, they been hating on me
Lately and I know why
Cause, I’m so, I’m so fly and they so pie
These rappers say they hate me
Then I know why cause, I’m so, I’m so fire
And they so pie homie, the only thing you’re
Killing’s my high