Testo Turn Down - Rittz
Testo della canzone Turn Down (Rittz), tratta dall'album Next to Nothing (Deluxe Edition)
(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!
Credits
Writer(s): Stepan Taft, Jonathan Mccollum, Ryan Vojtesak
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