After Mornin' - Radio

Take 85 north to Gwinnett to my stompin' ground
 People sleepin' on my counter
 Now it's time to wake em' up, smell the coffee ground
 Bout' to steal the spotlight
 Snort snow and the 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 [?] 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
 [?] Jonny Valiant
 I hope when I come across to you
 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
 [?] 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, [?] 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 feel like Utopia, we livin' la vida [?], 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, I'll beat you like a Chinese ping-pong team
 Now a mark tryin' to find me a ding-dong fiend with a drug habit
 Got some porn star [?] pills
 I'mma take her to the crib, get her freaky as fuck
 [?] tomorrow [?] boys [?] detail
 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, [?]
 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'