Turn Down Lyrics

Song	Turn Down
Artist	Rittz
Album	Next to Nothing (Deluxe Edition)
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	[Intro]
	(Turn up, Rittz!)
	Shut up, *******!
	[Hook]
	Light the **, we gon burn that *****t down
	Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
	Word on the street, you been running your mouth
	Turn up on me, Imma turn that ******* down
	Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that ******* down
	Turn up on me, Imma turn that ******* down
	Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that ******* down
	Turn up on me, Imma turn that ******* down
	Tryna turn up on me
	[Verse 1]
	It's Rittz in this *******, White Jesus back for the second coming
	Second time around I keep it extra slummy
	**** what you repping, your record's crumby
	For the check, I’ve been a threat, I’m feeling extra hungry
	Too much of a veteran to ever let you slum me
	Better check the rep, and plus I rep my county
	Way before Gwinnett was ever called the north side
	Ain’t no way to argue with this *******t, 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 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 ******* tryna tat my
	Name up on their titty, keep on turning up and one of them will give a ******* a black eye
	[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 *******t, and I’m a different caliber of
	MC, and you the kind nobody ever heard of
	Don’t try to play the lead, I Hannibal a murder, murder
	Im bout to stirrup, syrup, inside a solo cup
	With some Sprite and some Ciroc
	You’re drunk, let’s 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 *******t 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
	Germaphobic taking over *******t, and then I’m sure of
	Determination, what you mad I made it? better cheer up
	It’s bloody murder every time I burn up, cause like
	[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’m on the Atlanta tour
	Selling records, no competition inside my lane
	Up at the hip hop awards, killed the cypher
	Paved the way for Gwinnett County, ******* 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’s talking *******t about me cause they know I’ll come
	And turn em down, I’m not a rapper to show out on
	And Clientele was the crew that I grew up with
	But even if I was alone, outgunned, I’d still call you a *******
	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]

	Intro
	Turn up, Rittz!
	Shut up, !
	Hook
	Light the , we gon burn that t down
	Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
	Word on the street, you been running your mouth
	Turn up on me, Imma turn that down
	Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that down
	Turn up on me, Imma turn that down
	Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that down
	Turn up on me, Imma turn that down
	Tryna turn up on me
	Verse 1
	It' s Rittz in this , White Jesus back for the second coming
	Second time around I keep it extra slummy
	what you repping, your record' s crumby
	For the check, I' ve been a threat, I' m feeling extra hungry
	Too much of a veteran to ever let you slum me
	Better check the rep, and plus I rep my county
	Way before Gwinnett was ever called the north side
	Ain' t no way to argue with this t, 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 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 tryna tat my
	Name up on their titty, keep on turning up and one of them will give a a black eye
	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 t, and I' m a different caliber of
	MC, and you the kind nobody ever heard of
	Don' t try to play the lead, I Hannibal a murder, murder
	Im bout to stirrup, syrup, inside a solo cup
	With some Sprite and some Ciroc
	You' re drunk, let' s 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 t 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
	Germaphobic taking over t, and then I' m sure of
	Determination, what you mad I made it? better cheer up
	It' s bloody murder every time I burn up, cause like
	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' m on the Atlanta tour
	Selling records, no competition inside my lane
	Up at the hip hop awards, killed the cypher
	Paved the way for Gwinnett County, 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' s talking t about me cause they know I' ll come
	And turn em down, I' m not a rapper to show out on
	And Clientele was the crew that I grew up with
	But even if I was alone, outgunned, I' d still call you a
	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

	Intro
	Turn up, Rittz!
	Shut up, !
	Hook
	Light the , we gon burn that t down
	Lifted on the beat, bout to murder it now
	Word on the street, you been running your mouth
	Turn up on me, Imma turn that down
	Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that down
	Turn up on me, Imma turn that down
	Tryna turn up on me, Imma turn that down
	Turn up on me, Imma turn that down
	Tryna turn up on me
	Verse 1
	It' s Rittz in this , White Jesus back for the second coming
	Second time around I keep it extra slummy
	what you repping, your record' s crumby
	For the check, I' ve been a threat, I' m feeling extra hungry
	Too much of a veteran to ever let you slum me
	Better check the rep, and plus I rep my county
	Way before Gwinnett was ever called the north side
	Ain' t no way to argue with this t, 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 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 tryna tat my
	Name up on their titty, keep on turning up and one of them will give a a black eye
	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 t, and I' m a different caliber of
	MC, and you the kind nobody ever heard of
	Don' t try to play the lead, I Hannibal a murder, murder
	Im bout to stirrup, syrup, inside a solo cup
	With some Sprite and some Ciroc
	You' re drunk, let' s 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 t 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
	Germaphobic taking over t, and then I' m sure of
	Determination, what you mad I made it? better cheer up
	It' s bloody murder every time I burn up, cause like
	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' m on the Atlanta tour
	Selling records, no competition inside my lane
	Up at the hip hop awards, killed the cypher
	Paved the way for Gwinnett County, 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' s talking t about me cause they know I' ll come
	And turn em down, I' m not a rapper to show out on
	And Clientele was the crew that I grew up with
	But even if I was alone, outgunned, I' d still call you a
	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

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