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!
 
 (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!
 
 (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!