Pie-RittZ

Pie - RittZ [Hook] Ooh, they been hating on me lately and I know why Cause I’m so, I’m so fly And they sold pie These rappers say they hate me, then I know why Cause I’m so, I’m so fire And they sold pie Homie, the only thing you’re killing’s my high [Verse 1 – Rittz] Anthrax sitting next to red bull, I’m fly I’m fresh from head to Foot, looking like someone you want to be next to People ear my music and they’re singing it next due Well excuse me, let me get through please They don’t want to see my next move Turn [?] when I’m spitting like a [?] I take a jet fuel Flow stupid like a student in a special ed group Let’s move, rittz to the rescue, fresh new A cool shirt, let me get my cape on Drinking on some may’s rum with a blonde b**ch in my bed And the rap game’s James Bond Everybody want to hate on me (why?) I just want to drink and have fun, b**ch Wayne John Maybe cause your girl been eying me since day one Now she with the crew, but she bout to get her train run On her, put the snake tongue on her, spin I guess she want to see how good the lizard is She lick my dick like it’s a stick of licorice And when I bust it she says it was delicious, Rittz It’s when I dismiss the b**ch And man it’s funny when I was young I predicted this Everybody that was down would eventually switch, and start jumping sh*t Now they see me with Slumerican, they want to get their membership But dumb [?], I’m so high like I’m working on a scissor lift And I don’t want to give a sh*t, bout who my critics is Ears burning every time they try to mention Rittz I guess I b-b-been infamous, at killing rappers and you wishing you was sick as this And it’s senseless, hating is a sickness b**ch This whole lane complaining cause I’m the sh*t, I guess [Hook] [Verse 2 – 8Ball] What’s up man, this big ball Off the sticky, I’m on call Left the club with my dogs, I keep the pistol in my drawers Will I change, you never know I say no, Imma be me Imma be ball, Imma be G Can’t break me down to my knees And I’m so pimping and I’ve been told When I write it comes from my soul When I rap it gets in your soul It help me like I was some dro Rapping [?] lloyd, T percentages are low These niggas touch a couple of dollars and start acting like some hoes What I think, let them be Who they want to be cause it don’t hurt me See this belly didn’t get feed on what the next motherf**ker had to eat See I’m hustling while you sleep And I’m gon shine like my teeth And I got 45 reasons why you b**ches don’t want no beef Let them hoes pump you up, reality is what I’m speaking And I got purple in my cup, in the pulpit preaching Heaven or hell, freedom or jail Them niggas be hating and I know why Cause big ball so fly, and you niggas cherry pie P**sy [Hook] [Verse 3 - Rittz] You pie you man you tired as f**k I can spot a duck from a mile away Homie you can’t hide it bruh You acting like you got a vagina tucked Between your legs, Yela see a female traitor You a guy or what? If someone told me homie buy the four You mad at me? You should be happy and applauding bro What, you tried to rhyme and you kinda suck? What, you mad cause you run around with strug and signed with wolf huh You standing in the line and they already let us up inside the club You can’t afford a bag of mid and we be smoking on exotic buds You got some old retro J’s on, and my Prada, so god is gruff Is that a motherf**ker’s problem cuz? Well I’ll tell you what the problem is You a lame a** p**sy motherf**ker, you a follower It’s getting hard for me to walk when everybody hanging on my dick Well Imma keep on pushing, thinking Imma fall off Hater better keep on wishing You bought a crib on the internet, that’s it Meanwhile I’m making history in a treesound session One time for crew chain, buzz, and molly too Slumerican dammit, and we came to win I’m at the range with the ATL twin [?] Let the player hate then begin Because [Hook]