Yuh yeah
It’s Rittz
Uh

[Verse 1: Rittz]
I do me I ain’t ever give a fuck about the next wave
I done see so many entertainers come and go
Some are broke (what)
But they’re treated like a sex slave
Get fucked, do a dip for the record exect say
I’ma raise some hell for some decades
Back then we ain’t argue online
Got a problem we would call ‘em tell ‘em meet up at the next place
Stepped up with his chest out, left in a neck brace
Educate yourself on who you’re fucking with
You scared to shoot somebody?
What the fuck you take a picture with your gun for?
That ain’t your friend, man you known him for a month
Like you don’t believe a storm while he’s stripping you at gunpoint
Y’all are too gullible and not me
Need to save your guts and glory your story on your IG
Drinking tequila fucking lime squeezed
Different lines that I sneeze, hit the trees till I dry heave
I been inside of my cartras
Fuck a backboard I am not a fan of the hardships
While I guard shit, I’m hard and I’m heartless
Smart and I’m sharp dressed
Who you know that’s got his own face on cigar (that’s me)
Burn muscle my car been found a couple Xanny bars on my sharp Vet
Found a guitar pick then I started my car
Hit Jermaine, caught up and hard pressed
But it’s broad less inside of the baby fathers apartment
I offered her hard dick
She took it, I finished and left
Happy there’s a piece of pussy I didn’t regret
Ain’t nobody censor me yet
My shits authentic but at times I’ve been a victim of identity theft
You got some missing pieces in your chemistry set
You tried to copy in a lab but didn’t get it correct
But let ‘em give it their best, there’s only one
I’m the hardest on the red rapper to ever exist
And they call me Rittz, bitch
[Hook: Willie Sees Green]
Better learn my name
‘For I turn these tables
Develop some interest
Better ask about me
I don’t have no peak
Tryna find my limits
I look in the bottle I’m finding tomorrow
A million minutes
I’m handling business

[Verse 2: Illiunaire]
I lie you when they at ari
Three thick cougars in the car like a safari
Nike tecs, sweats, black tee and some Barkleys
Pink pills poured I can’t even feel my heartbeat
I lay in the shadows of the fin like a shark (like a shark)
You was gonna turn your back I knew from the start
Hindsight, where the fuck the Vizine? (Switch it up)
Top shelf yeah I’m on the tip top
Straight drop, double wrap zip it in a ziplock
Os in a bag got a bag with padlock
Two or three colors on the car watch it flip flop
Bad yellow bone and my bitch watch ‘em liplock
Will take her the dick do a dance like Tik Tok
Whip another ten, throwing bank till my wrist lock (switch it up)
Red lines, black tip that’s a barcode
Won’t stop till I get a Gellardo
Tesla’s model can’t hear it
But the cars on VVS down south kit with the rhinestones
Drugs in the couch got racks in the drywall
Pineal gland opened up like a pinecone
She give slop jaw when she sippin on a Whiteclaw
S on my tombstone it should say slimeball, bitch
[Hook: Willie Sees Green]
Better learn my name
‘For I turn these tables
Develop some interest
Better ask about me
I don’t have no peak
Tryna find my limits
I look in the bottle I’m finding tomorrow
A million minutes
I’m handling business