[Intro]

(Turn up, Rittz!)

Shut up, bitch!

[Hook]

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

[Verse 1]

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

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

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

[Hook]