Chorus:
Backstage passes, after parties
Jugs of Jack and Crown
Bought rounds for everyone
It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone
RIP, time to celebrate the life
Life with all my friends and loved ones
Fuck our differences, have love for everyone
It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone
RIP, time to celebrate the life

Verse 1 (Rittz):
This like an out of body experience
I could take you out of quarantine
I could take you down to Georgia
Name ringin' bells from New Orleans to Portland, Maine
Start a foursome on the tourbus
Maybe I should be going by a porno name
These white boys so lame that's real
I feel I gotta spill the pork and beans
My pockets swell up like a hornet's sting
Someone allergic, I'm puffin' sherbert
Inside a cone like I work at Coldstone
Creamery, rolled so evenly it's almost perfect
Make a so called shooter want to give up on the smoke cold turkey
Don't go purposefully braggin' to my crew
That you got a plug or two cuz you're probably gonna blow both circuits
Get it? Yeah, sick of doing biz in a Bozo circus
So so worth it, the bros go flirt with the yellow
When the white can't control those urges
(Mwah, mwah, mwah)
So many rocks around my neck
People think I'm like a stone cold person
My bitch is British, I'm sippin' Swedish
I just left Paris, the driver of the Lyft spoke Turkish
Nah, I don't get no service, people wanna come play catch up
Please check the text just sent to me last week
If you never gotta a reply yet, guess what
I'm still busy, busy always hittin' ignore
I don't enjoy small talk
Like "Yo, how you been doING?"
I be like "Sorry, gotta get goING!"
I be at the Chophouse compound with a strip loin
Really I'm surprised I got seated
Tell the hostess fuck that dress code
I prefer to eat mine beanin'
Drunk and we got the thump in the sub
You can feel it when your feet hit the cement
Underground old DJ Cab is screamin' this evenin'
It's Rittz, bitch
Chorus:
Backstage passes, after parties
Jugs of Jack and Crown
Bought rounds for everyone
It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone
RIP, time to celebrate the life
Life with all my friends and loved ones
Fuck our differences, have love for everyone
It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone
RIP, time to celebrate the life

Verse 2 (Rittz):
I got more paper than Dunder Mifflin
Let's pretend the company's non fiction
Rittz in rare form
Like when they threw me out the airport
Like Covid-19 just went airborne
Rittz, wanna share more
And I be inside of your girlfriend's Android
Checkin' out the camera
There's gonna be a picture of her gaggin' on my
Dick
I made a drip mascara
Fuck that heroin and them percosets
Someone should have told me not to work a red carpet
Drinkin' straight up out of the purple bag
Someone in my circle said something about me That true, says who, that dude
That's who, that's too obvious
That's two bad moves
I'ma have to smack dude
That dude tattooed
That's too taboo
That's who
Really, fuck the rap dudes
Even though it didn't really make sense that much
Before the rap stuff used to zip bags up
And fuck fat hoes if the bitch had drugs
Shit, I done become become
Numb from tumblin' thong
The cunt that stunk was gone
Funk is comin' down
Someone's underarm
Crusty undies on
Someone wants to sponge
Some phenomenon
Rittz, biatch!
Chorus:
Backstage passes, after parties
Jugs of Jack and Crown
Bought rounds for everyone
It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone
RIP, time to celebrate the life
Life with all my friends and loved ones
Fuck our differences, have love for everyone
It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone
RIP, time to celebrate the life

Verse 2( Guests):
This fo my partners workin' the dough pole
And project babies an po' souls
Been plottin' on some profits
So we can cop us them fo' fos
And I'm so close
And I just hit Rittz up for the occasion
He texted me back within' seconds
And said it's a celebration
And I've been pacin' down 285
And we who made it live
As soon as a playa hit the do'
You know the weed in here on fire
And you know round here befo'
I put up with three inside my ride
Impeccable my shot
And I ain't missed a 3 here in a while
Cuz I'm slid up in that fo'
Now he in motion on 3 ties
Double cupped, I'm on that potion
I just po'd me up three lines
Thankful I survived
But if you try we gon' celebrate on God
Tell them hoes to slide
Rittz just hit my line
He said he got a couple
Chorus:
Backstage passes, after parties
Jugs of Jack and Crown
Bought rounds for everyone
It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone
RIP, time to celebrate the life
Life with all my friends and loved ones
Fuck our differences, have love for everyone
It's C-N-T until I'm dead and gone
RIP, time to celebrate the life