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[Intro]

High five

High five

High five

Tell 'em bitch


[Chorus]

This is Rittz, White Jesus

Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)

This is Rittz, White Jesus

Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)

This is Rittz, White Jesus

Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)

You ain't gotta tell 'em bitch

They know who the hell it is


[Verse 1]

Everybody lookin' ever since they sayin', "Where'd he come from?"

From the north side of Atlanta, Tropicana

Bubble gum in the blunt, bump, bump, bump

Beatin' in the trunk, in the donk 808

Straight beatin' like a tom-tom drum or a gun stump

Feel the cocaine that I snorted

Come up with a shuttle when they see us fly by

Snapback full of buddha and a cooler full of High Lifes

Somebody gimme high five

Jeremy Scott Adidas on my feet, they got the biggest pinky ring

You ever seen upon a white boy's hand (Damn)

White boy going ham, y'all wearing tight jeans

Going glam, going, going, going, damn

Got 'em buzzin' in the club like boing, boing, blam

Like a fat couple fuckin' in a Dodge Ram

Cup fulla Crown, who drunk as I am? (I am)

You ain't yet, let me dive in

That 'fro like a retro porn star

Pocket fulla money, I don't gotta go to Coinstar

Now I'm at a four star

Restaurant eatin' foie gras

Waiter comin' to the table, sayin' voilà

La la, tastin' like key lime pie

You can probably smell the weed when we ride by

Then it's back to the crib, back with a bitch, back in Gwinnett

And I'm buzzin' in my bee hive high

So stupid with it, flow so terrific, so futuristic, he's sci-fi

I know the magazine'll wanna gimme five mics

Feel like I'm the hottest MC times nine

Kick shit like a Kung Fu flick, hi-ya

'Bout to go down on this bitch, sky dive

Live from ya playlist, in ya iPod

It's Rittz in this bitch, can I get a high five?


[Chorus]

This is Rittz, White Jesus

Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)

This is Rittz, White Jesus

Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)

This is Rittz, White Jesus

Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)

You ain't gotta tell 'em bitch

They know who the hell it is

High five

High five

High five


[Verse 2]

Yela put me on the elevator goin' up

Any rapper steppin' to me on the mic I'ma bury him

I ain't scared of bein' arrogant, never gets

Hard, but these bars hard like a barbarian

Plus a motherfucker represent Slumerican

Wolf passed me the torch, course I'ma carry it

Now I'm in the limelight, I might take a ho to see Twilight

Finger her inside the theater

And get some brain until I'm feelin' like Einstein

Why, my pleasure

I be at the party cuttin' lines on the dresser

Get a bitch high and undress her

Have her on the bed sceamin' OMG like I'm Usher when I touch her

Yes, sir

Ain't nobody fresher I'm the next big thing-thing

Homie, I just wanna see my neck piece swing-swing

Anybody wanna try to test me, ding-ding

Swingin' on 'em like I'm in a wrestling ring-ring

Kill a motherfucka like I'm Chris Benoit

You don't really wanna fuck with Rittz then, boy

Blow another kiss to them bitches, muah

Have 'em screamin', "Oh Lord" like a Christian choir

Man, I'm finally on fire

If they only knew how much time has gone by

I got Crown up in my Styrofoam I'm

Poppin' X pills and I'm rollin' like a Firestone tire

Can I get a high five?


[Chorus]

This is Rittz, White Jesus

Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)

This is Rittz, White Jesus

Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)

This is Rittz, White Jesus

Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)

You ain't gotta tell 'em bitch

They know who the hell it is

High five

High five

High five


[Verse 3]

Rittzo go schizo when I'm sippin' on the Cristal

Swingin' like I'm Klitschko 'til my fists swole

Fuck around and I'ma split yo' wig

Haters lookin' mad because I exploded

They was hopin' I would never get noticed

I don't think I've ever seen my dick so big

Got these bitches in they thongs like Sisqó did

In my six-four smokin' San Francisco shit

Ridin' 85 strapped like the Cisco kid

Want a sack, meet me where the cit-go is

Money stacked, can't get the shit folded

Kill a motherfucker then I dispose his

Dead body, bury him beneath a bed of roses

Mel Gibson bitch, I got my swisher lit

I'm 'bout to fill it with some killer, get a whiff of this

Pimp shit like fish and grits

Gwinnett County where they found me

In the valley of the crystal meth

So hello, good mornin'

Still sippin' coke with the Captain Morgan

Still reppin' Georgia, still fresh and gorgeous

Gotta a closet full of Pradas, Air Max and Jordans

Got a cutie smellin' fruity like an apple orchard

'Bout to torch it up, and you can tell by the smell I'm high

Everybody wishin' me well, likewise

Represent the Clintel, can I get a high five?


[Chorus]

This is Rittz, White Jesus

Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)

This is Rittz, White Jesus

Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)

This is Rittz, White Jesus

Jonny Valiant is the alias (High five)

You ain't gotta tell 'em bitch

They know who the hell it is

High five

High five

High five