Rittz - Turn Down lyrics

(Turn up, Rittz) shut up, bitch!

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

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

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


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