Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Formula, artist - Rittz. Album song Top of the Line, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.05.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
The Formula |
Yeah |
Nobody fucking with us |
Rittz up in this bitch, when I spit I’m a warrior |
Still got that Crown Royal in my cup, 'bout to pour it up |
Biggest independent in the game, if you lame we’re ignorin' ya |
Everytime I get with Tech on a track it’s historical |
You better warn these hoes, I said… |
Watch out for your spot, here I come, I’m warning ya |
They said that I’m hot, really I was just warming up |
Haters wanna see me flop, I’m outperforming 'em |
Everywhere we go people point at us |
They wanna join us 'cause we making noise |
We was born with the formula |
Strange Music got the formula |
Tech N9na got the formula |
White Jesus got the formula |
People wanna point at us |
They wanna join us 'cause we making noise |
We was born with the formula |
From Atlanta to the MO |
From the second that I connected with Tech I set the precedents |
Killin' a beat for Seven’s effortless |
Rappers stressing us, so what’s or who it do |
You know who coming neck to neck with us |
Nobody — I’m just resurrecting Keith Sweat for the heck of it |
Sometimes I hate my aggression it gets the best of me |
Like I was possessed and I need the exorcist |
Until they hear me I keep rushin' up the field like Emmitt Smith |
Cocky like a boxing champ |
Do excuse me 'cause my mind is kinda like a lava lamp |
Savage like I’m Macho Man |
Go induce a logo on the side of my Versace lens |
Thinking like I should be singing in a Mariachi band |
Hola, que pasa guey? |
You should really watch the way you stepping to me |
Fuck around and now you lost a leg |
And now you look like Drake in his Degrassi days |
Crippled, lame as fuck, and it ain’t tough for me to spot a rotten egg |
Had to squash you, homie, I’m a giant, I’m colossal |
You a cartoon drawer, motherfucker I’m Picasso |
I just need a Xannie bar, a couple shots inside my nostril |
When I’m Michael coming harder than Lamar inside a brothel |
Fuck a rapper, I would rather be compared to Aristotle, where the bottle? |
Simply miss, another Caribou, where the Lou? |
Pussy fronting with a gun they scared of you, scared of who? |
Somebody better go and let them know that what they better do is |
Watch out for your spot, here I come, I’m warning ya |
They said that I’m hot, really I was just warming up |
Haters wanna see me flop, I’m outperforming 'em |
Everywhere we go people point at us |
They wanna join us 'cause we making noise |
We was born with the formula |
Strange Music got the formula |
Tech N9na got the formula |
White Jesus got the formula |
People wanna point at us |
They wanna join us 'cause we making noise |
We was born with the formula |
Pop pop pop pop off at the mouth |
How I do it so fluid spew it, never soft as a mouse |
Sick as sewage, I grew it too, it’s coolest talk at the house |
Missou is the truest, you is foolish, flossin' about |
Bickin' it back and I’m bein' a better one |
Somethin' better was never done |
If you wanna win this cheddarrun you really better go get a gun |
Yes, I’m packin' the potion that’s never lackin' promotion |
Have you stackin' and toastin' 'cause now you rappin' and grossin' |
People set in they sin, 'bout the bread I’m makin' |
That I made and never gave it, yo, where the heck is they been? |
Said the label ain’t charitable, gonna be checkin' they chin |
The second they grin you really want it step and say when |
But I’m in Monaco, on a boat, puffin' that chronicle |
Dishonorable when they hate the Snake and Bat logo upon the coat |
So if they wanna mope and leave us you can bet I’ma vote |
Gassin' like Conoco and killin' 'em off is comical |
You should prolly think about it 'fore you get up and you doubt it 'bout the |
pen game, definitely insane |
I will become the in thing, music will then change |
Take your family and friends brain, now they within Strange |
The formula |
Rittz got it to a T that’s why we gettin' the sound spread around now |
With Tecca N9na right beside 'em you know it be goin' down diggy-down |
diggy-down-down! |
Watch out for your spot, here I come, I’m warning ya |
They said that I’m hot, really I was just warming up |
Haters wanna see me flop, I’m outperforming 'em |
Everywhere we go people point at us |
They wanna join us 'cause we making noise |
We was born with the formula |
Yes sir |
Kali put the rocket in the pocket and the feet upon the dresser |
At first, so dope she wanna off the God, I’m guessin' I’m a bless 'er |
Jonny and Donnie, we get money, no Illuminati |
We show at the party, you feel like it? |
Let us in yo body |
Oddity, how did he make 'em a commodity? |
Hardly handle the bussin' it’s a part of me |
I feel like we’re picking on other rappers and labels |
They ain’t sitting at the table with us, able as us |
Maybe they division is 'cause they lacking in paper and we pay bills |
What happened to some cray deals |
Snake and the Bat, we lackin' on nothin', we’d be gauge strapped |
Sayin' that rap it ain’t 'bout nothin', they be frontin' frontin' |
Takin' 'em back to putting paper in people’s hands |
So fecal on evil people, I’m making all the people dance |
I know there’ll be a lot of handgrabbin' and man baggin' |
Even if they pants saggin' they be damn faggots |
I’ma stay in creased khakis with a tan jacket |
They can stand back 'cause Sam going ham sandwich |
Bringing the same same mainstream game to the Strange team game 'cause the |
people really borin' ya |
When we chop, it’s kinda hard to understand we be |
Speaking like a foreigner, maybe it’s the formula |
Watch out for your spot, here I come, I’m warning ya |
They said that I’m hot, really I was just warming up |
Haters wanna see me flop, I’m outperforming 'em |
Everywhere we go people point at us |
They wanna join us 'cause we making noise |
We were born with the formula |