Rittz - LAF (Remix) lyrics
rate meFeat. Yelawolf, Royce Da 5'9", & KXNG CROOKED
(Verse)
Look at them boots
The fuck, am I Elvis?
You think I dropped 2 racks on a pair of crocodile tails just to let 'em sit up on the shelf bitch?
Yala done lost his mind
Dropped seventy grand up on the Chevrolet
A bug got into my throat, I had to cough it up
The dealership hit me with the pepper spray
Money x 2
20, 30, 40, 50 and another hunnit
If I don't get rid of this ridiculous amount of dividends
I'll probably end up with a knot up in my stomach
If I don't feel well, then I don't get meal
If I don't get meal, then I can't steer well
If I can't steer well, I'mma run over these motherfuckers like a gorilla up in a titanium tank drinkin' on clear
Well, what do you expect, I ain't never seen 100 thousand dollar check
Even Wal-Mart had to restock
Fuckin’ with me up in the electronic department
What do you mean you can't sell all six flat screens, what am I supposed to put in my garage
A fuckin’ project? How do you expect me to take a piss and not miss Sons of ar
What a dream, what a dream, what is this, what is that, what is up with bling
What a scene, buy the couch, buy the lamp, buy the room, buy the sink, buy the whole damn thing, By the boom, by the bing
House looking like the Bass Pro Shop
Buffalo heads, bears, bucks and dead ducks
Fuck changin’ up, kill it stuff it and hang it up
You don't like it then you lame as fuck
Come on in, wan’ a beer?
Oh yea, next to nothin' motherfucker
Slum American shit!
(Hook)
These motherfuckers make me laugh
They L-A-F, they lame as fuck
Look at how they dress
They L-A-F, they lame as fuck
Listen how they rap
They L-A-F, they lame as fuck
Try to say they fresh, try to say they tough
You ain't ever been about it, you just make shit up
Hey Rittz, what's up?
(Verse)
Some people never really cease to amaze me
These days it's like no one can take a hit
I made a song called lame as fuck and all these rappers act like it don't pertain to ‘em
If I was a name these lame mutherfuckers it would
Take me ten minutes to give them attention so I'll be vague and vent
But if you feel like I'm referrin’ to you, then you're the reason my patience is paper thin
First off, if you know me as Rittz
I think you're real lame if you see me and you try to call me by my real name
Just cuz you read my Wikipedia
Don't even say to people that we kicked it when we never did hang
Same type of mutherfucker will beg for your number and wonder why you inform like 20 times on the road
Cuz I'm busy and this is why I hesitated givin’ it to you homie
You need to go get a life of your own
(How do I know if I'm lame?)
Let me ask you this, are you always commentin’ online like you're an expert on everythin’?
When someone's sick, do you try to chime in and tell 'em what medicine they should buy?
Do you write your life story on Facebook, when no one gives a damn, Instagram full of family pictures
Shity car, got a pair of rims on it
You ever done a ice bucket challenge? But the answer's shit
Do you ask random people 'bout a tat just so you can show 'em yours when nobody give a shit?
Look lame, takin’ pictures with a pit
Say you love it, make it mean
And you give the dog away
I hope you end up get a bit
Bitches actin’ like they model for a livin’ when they strip
I’m confused on how to say it, are they memes or they means?
I’m just sick of seein’ dorky shit written on a picture for a minute
It was cool but now I’m wishing it would end
Hell no!
I feel the word hot is that
It’s difficult, it doesn’t roll off my tongue
You probably used the word flake the same week you heard it you geek
Dirty pussy nobody showin’ you love
You lame as fuck if you ain’t rollin’ with Slum
You lame as fuck yellin’ World star holdin’ your phone
You think you dope, but you dumb
You wan’ rap to me I’m hopin’ you gone
You think you flow, that mean you totally dumb
Cuz you lame as fuck!
(Verse)
All I see around here is borin’ flows and rollie
AB toarin’ boring tweets, these bitches totally taking toting to a whole other level
Like they was born for hoein’, and then she got to turn around and expose the nigga
She was just chillin’ with the night before without a warnin’, so she can get accepted socially
So you gotta know, was she colder than ice?
She rollin’ the dice, or block her on the neck like you born to goalie
A hunnit X 4
That’s the new corn emoji
Who want it, who want it? That's a new retoricar question nobody seems to have the answers to
The only question niggas seem to have a answer to is "Who done it, who done it?"
Snitchin’ is the new equivalent to cancer fooL
Stop workin’ and gettin’ your pay and giving it to dancers knowin’ your children need pampers fool
You niggas nowadays are probably waitin’ in line all day
Just to get advanced a shoe cause they was made by Kane
You put them on, get a glance or two, then you go home and your daughter say
How Sway?
But you ain't got the answers fool
The shit is too pathetic,
Cuz you too busy try to keep up with the nigga who be tryna keep up with the nigga who be chasin’ all of these bitches
With all the artificial body parts looking too synthetic
Look, if Yela wolf tell a nigga that he want you deeded, you be deeded
Rittz and I can finish blowing the Romeo Julieta
After I finish sending a nigga at you who be throwing Tony Romos out of a Ruder, ready to risk it all for me
Get off me, y'all funny, this is the remix, Ritz talk to me
(Hook)
(Verse)
A word, y'all ain't think that I was comin’ in this bitch
Bet ya think I'm talkin' bout makin’ the entrance
Talk about makin’ an entrance, into a lame niggas Mrs
Listen to that sentence, I said comin’ in this bitch
Rubbing on her clits, sucking on her tits
Rummin’ on her lips, why am I humpin’ on this chick?
Cuz he dumber than a brick, talkin’ bout the Illuminati like "Doesn't it exist?"
And didn't Eminem ‘come a puppet for the government in this country
Once he’s start comin’ with the hits?
I ain’t fuckin’ with them Rittz, these dudes been dropped on their head
Swimmin’ in their daddy balls, he should have opted for some head
Your mama should have swallowed you instead, missed y'all not at all, ah, wait
What ‘bout these muthafuckas acting like they trappin’ but ain't never flipped a quarter
Rappers never traffickin' across the Tijuana border
You the sort the nigga wearin’ a recorder
Talkin’ for the court reporter
Rollin’ over so your time is shorter, but you know your crew with doin’ more than just a quarter
Now they makin’ orders like ‘em Jordans you be sportin in protected custody but luckily
I can't afford to fuck with suckers I ignored them muthafuckers
Crooked is sort of like a hoarder with the pistols
Crooked he’s gone, what is he on
Is it a weed bang?
He got three blondes with no jeans on playing ping pong with his ding dong while he sing songs like I'm Check and Chong, bitch I'm King Kong
Just a nigga with a attitude like I'm Ice Cube reborn
Mixed with some Bill Cosby bitches
Wrong nigga to sleep on, Ritz
(Hook)
