Jayy Ritt - It's Ritt

Finesse be the gang nigga
All y'all niggas some lame niggas
(Know wtf going on)
Run up to me get banged nigga
Fuck you mean

Aye aye
123 it's ritt
Trap been lit since ty got the blic
God damn this gas don't make no sense
I'll blam on his ass for a little bit of cents
No cap I smashed ain't been back since
Smoke on this pressure I'm hoping it heel Me
Poke on a booty no reason just chilling
I hope that I make it the mud need the millions
Why would I stop just they do not feel me
Aye aye ayee
Why would I stop just cuz they do not feel me
Aye aye
Why would I stop just cuz they do no feel me
Gold on my neck so it cost a lil penny
Cap in yo rap like I'm really not in it
I ain't with all that lil faking for image
123 it's ritt

I been out thuggin just me and a Nissan
If u want smoke I got weed
I am not one to be slept on
I just got me a new beam
Laugh at my ex cuz she flexed on
I just drop sauce on my jeans
Stg niggas get blessed on
I just be ready to sneeze

Niggas ain't real just throw their lil sets up
If she fine I aim for the neck up
I can't flex she said I'm next up
Bitch can't name a song I'm fed up

Everytime I come around ion gotta be dressed up
Cuz I look like bling from the neck up
Step wrong I got team we finesse up
Fuck around and boxed no checkas

Play like fool and u get bamboon
Bitch ima ape off these fumes
Just got the news bro we up soon
Once u get out we gne move
I can't not choose wat i am gne do
My bitch or making these moves
Way before u i was lacing my shoes
So why would I run after u

Hi my name is ritt so how tf can I come help u
He won't with the shits that boy is pussy and his mans too
Clippers get his head clean
Might roll me up some ciou
Footllong out the window like a mf drive Thru
I'm with shits
While I hold my blic
Big bladder
Like he really pissed
He gone be something the commas they coming .
And they gone keep comin and coming
Keep with the fronting like u really dumping
Dihareha run right thru his stomach
Stop with the assumption
Pull up to yo function
Like nigga lets get this shit jumping

Trap been lit since ty got the blic
God damn this gas don't make no sense
I'll blam on his ass for a little bit of cents
No cap I smashed ain't been back since
I smoke on this pressure I'm hoping it heel pain Me
I poke on a booty no reason just chilling
I hope that I make it the mud need the millions
Why would I stop just they do not feel me
Aye aye
Why would I stop just cuz they do not feel me
Aye aye
Why would I stop just cuz they do no feel me
Gold on my neck so it cost a lil penny
Cap in yo rap like I'm really not in it
I ain't with all that lil faking for image
123 it's ritt

Written by:
Jaylon Ritter

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