Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turn Down, artist - Rittz. Album song Next to Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Turn Down |
Shut up, bitch! |
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 been running your mouth |
You turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Imma turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Imma turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Youre trying to turn up on me! |
Rittz, white Jesus, back for the second coming |
Second time around I keep it extra slummy |
Fuck what you repping, youre backing cockny |
For the check, Ive been a grill, Im 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 north side |
Aint 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 aint got a lot to lose, really next to nothing |
And Im getting to feel like Im a black guy |
Thats why! |
I guess I got a bunch of ghetto ass white bitches trying to tat my |
Name up on their tity, 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 been running your mouth |
You turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Imma turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Imma turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Youre 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 |
Theres levels to this shit, and Im a different caliber of |
MC, and youre the kind of nobody ever heard of |
Dont try to play the lead, I Hannibal a murder, murder |
Come out the stir up, serve up these rappers solo cup |
Pour some spray and some syrup, |
They drop the shit, they bird up |
They need a… constitution, |
They come … panemero |
Amigo 85, my shit is a brochure of |
Winning respect the way I did it |
And didnt switch up a minute |
The nerve of these haters, some of them deserve a |
Beating, you couldnt touch it if you wanted to, like your a |
Germaphobic taking over shit, and then Im sure of |
Determination, what you mad I made of? |
I better cheer up |
Its bloody murder every time I burn up, cause like |
Light the weed, we gonna burn that shit down |
Lifted on the beat, about to murder it now |
Word on the street, you been running your mouth |
You turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Imma turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Imma turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Youre 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 Im on the Atlanta tour, selling records, no competition inside my lane |
Up at the hip hop awards, killed the… |
Paved the way for Gwinnett County, bitch you know Im 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 Ill come |
And turn em down, Im not a rapper to show out on |
And clientele was the crew that I grew up with |
But even if I was alone, outgunned, Id still call you a bitch. |
Im pissed and far from rich |
Still crawling on the bottom and I solemnly swear |
I had White Jesus in my crock pot |
Before Ross said walking on air, put the light on! |
Light the weed, we gonna burn that shit down |
Lifted on the beat, about to murder it now |
Word on the street, you been running your mouth |
You turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Imma turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Imma turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Turn up on me, Imma turn that bitch down |
(Shut up, shut up, shut up!) |
Youre trying to turn up on me! |