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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rittz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan McCollum
Songwriter
Stepan Taft
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Watson
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Sam Bohl
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stepan Taft
Producer
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
So you know I'm 'bout to K-I-L-L
People say I'm crazy, maybe, so I need to go and take a
P-I-L-L
They should lock me up and throw away the key
And put me in a C-E-L-L
They say they don't like the way I'm spitting, fuck 'em
They can go to H-E-L-L
For R-E-A-L, let's go
[Verse 2]
Don't play, man, it's kill or be killed
Fuck with me, then blood is getting spilled on the field
I'm going crazy, no refill on my pills
Ain't no use in anybody tryna tell me to chill
Or cool off 'cause the screws off
In my head ain't tight, they loose y'all
Better try to get the a move on
Get a U-Haul, dog, a Ryder truck, before I slice you up
And put your body in the boondocks
[Verse 3]
I was doing it when buster was saying, woo ha
When Boyz II Men was the shit and was singing, doo wop
We was sticking two Phillies together, callin' 'em ooh wops
What, you mad nobody knew who you was?
Man, a brew buzz wasn't never enough
We crushed anything we knew that we could toot up our nostril
We pop pills and do bumps
Falling out the sky like parachuters
[Verse 4]
Who wants drama, wanna come and rumble with the champ?
Better not be on no weak shit
'Cause when it comes to rap, I got it locked like it's a prison camp
This little kids can scram or tell 'em, bow down, kiss the hand
When they get put in their place, at first they wouldn't embrace me
Now their faced with admitting that I got what it takes
And I'ma stay killing records, tell 'em murders the case
Until the day they consider me as one of the greats, I'm 'bout to
[Verse 5]
K-I-L-L
People say I'm crazy, maybe, so I need to go and take a
P-I-L-L
They should lock me up and throw away the key
And put me in a C-E-L-L
They say they don't like the way I'm spitting, fuck 'em
They can go to H-E-L-L
For R-E-A-L, let's go
[Verse 6]
Here it comes and I'm miles away
When I say that I'm coming
That means Im probably cumming on your baby mamas face
The shit's easy, I put on some Drake
We drank Yellow Tail Chardonnay and that was all it takes
I'm taking over, so wake up and smell the coffee cake
These other guys are fake, they talk a lot but wouldn't squash a grape
Don't discombobulate them with me, we are no the same
Get out my lane, put on your breaks and taste the marmalade
[Verse 7]
The fact I'm winning got you jelly
Your hype is dying down, now your record isn't selling
Your pride got you too competitive and scared of failing
You chilling in the club and they're like, Rittz is in the building
And it's killing you
Any who, I be in the kiddie pool with liquor and some hoes
These other rapper's are minuscule
Anybody that's coming at me can get it too
Take it too far and end up kissing my tennis shoe
[Verse 8]
Now let me see your titties, boo
'Cause all I see is pics of your kids on the internet
Nobody wanna see them
We can be friends, we can pretend that it's cheese dip on your face
When we know it's really semen
Let your knees bend and show the homies the bullseye
Move your booty like you was tryna hula hoop
My God, now suck it like you was about to use a hoover vacuum
That dude is stupid in the booth, I
[Verse 9]
K-I-L-L
People say I'm crazy, maybe, so I need to go and take a
P-I-L-L
They should lock me up and throw away the key
And put me in a C-E-L-L
They say they don't like the way I'm spitting, fuck 'em
They can go to H-E-L-L
For R-E-A-L, let's go
[Verse 10]
We drinking like Hank Williams
And smoking like Willie Nelson
You better try to hire Van Helsing
Or a monster killer, homie, 'cause no one can help them
Jealous of me 'cause I make the shit that nobody else is
I'm the long haired, red headed rapper that be showing out
On every single record other rappers 'bout to blow 'em out
The water is a slaughter, why you talking shit you, motor mouth
These motherfuckers adding up to no amount
They know I'm 'bout to
[Verse 11]
K-I-L-L
People say I'm crazy, maybe, so I need to go and take a
P-I-L-L
They should lock me up and throw away the key
And put me in a C-E-L-L
They say they don't like the way I'm spitting, fuck 'em
They can go to H-E-L-L
For R-E-A-L, let's go
Written by: Rittz