Dork Rap

It's Rittz, bitch Shit, it's 4:44 and I'm talking on my money phone I've been stuntin' on 'em all summer long Your money gone, sweeter than some honeycomb Gettin' money long till you're freaking phone bill go on, cut it on Got some real homeboys, never done me wrong You could meet us at the top then if not, well You can fuck off and run along People flip on you like a somersault, doin' cart wheels Pourin' top-shelf liquor in my cocktail The Clintel crew comin' like the cartel Double-timing, but that's how I feel Better stay up in your lane, get in mine, hit the guardrail Trynna work, but the cards dealt And still flex on 'em like I'm doing curls with a barbell Traffic in and out my house like it's a yard sale I be in the crib with a blonde bombshell Livin' like a kingpin, did it with the inkpen Shit I'm sayin' make sense when it sink in I'm distinctive, pinky ring pimp Spittin' shit that you think spin in distinction Like the horn of a rhino, or elephant tusk Soarin' through the sky like a pelican does Snort a bunch of white, when I'm feelin' the buzz You sayin' you supported, I can tell you're jealous of us But that's cool with me, cause my fanbase thick You're wounded again, make the band-aid stick It's a movement, you can shit the campaign, bitch Light the fuse and I'm lit like a lampshade is Every verse, I'm going on one of my rampages Let the champagne fizz, I can show you how to get paid But they just went and stole my template Tryna copy me, but could never be this caliente, bitch Time for me to bring the hardcore back Got 'em feeling like déjà vu Anyone'll get it when I'm on a warpath And anybody in my way, I'm movin' Then I snuck in when I seen the door crack Then I made a new lane, make room Little girl shit, they be on that dork rap (Swag) Bunch of lame ass dudes, they don't never spit no real shit They be on that dork rap (I'm Lit) How the fuck do you support that? (Yeah) Thinkin' that you killin'? What I'm hearin' is beyond whack (Sizzle) It's like the industry done gone mad And I don't ever feel shit, every single song's bad (Fire) Where the fuck they find these boys at? I be on that real shit, y'all be on that dork rap (Swag) How the fuck could you support that? Suck my dick! Shit, I was gonna ease up People complainin' it's hard to keep up I'm like a lion inside of a herd of zebras What, I gotta dumb it down now cause everyone now sounds Like a down south rapper with a lean buzz? Shit, I'm like a volcano, I'm 'bout to erupt Bunch of A-List rappers get a D-plus You say I need to go? Please, I was better than 'em way before the goatee All I had was peach fuzz Lots of refer stickin' out my Nautica trunks I was young and makin' all my money from drugs Rollin' all my dollars, every one is a straw I never listened to my momma, told me "Johnny, be good" Finally made it as a rapper, never thought that I would If I knew then what I know, I'd have slowed down Finished school, got a degree, cause it was shocking to see This rap game is like a comedy club But you the one that's on stage gettin' laughed at Puttin' dye up in your braids, wearin' man bags Guess you need a place you can put your Tampax Thinkin' that you're hard with your tattooed tears and your hand tats I ain't hatin' on the kids Know a bunch of young dudes that'll never get caught trynna flop that One-track wonders, said they got racks comin' All of a sudden, they got nothin' Cause they fucked 'em on they contract, bitch Time for me to bring the hardcore back Got 'em feeling like déjà vu Anyone'll get it when I'm on a warpath And anybody in my way, I'm movin' Then I snuck in when I seen the door crack Then I made a new lane, make room Little girl shit, they be on that dork rap (Swag) Bunch of lame ass dudes, they don't never spit no real shit They be on that dork rap (I'm lit) How the fuck do you support that? (Yeah) Thinkin' that you killin'? What I'm hearin' is beyond whack (Sizzle) It's like the industry done gone mad And I don't ever feel shit, every single song's bad (Fire) Where the fuck they find these boys at? I be on that real shit, y'all be on that dork rap (Swag) How the fuck could you support that? Suck my dick! This is how y'all rap: "I be dressed up in tie-dye Got some old-school Vans on my feet Bout to go for a bike ride Got home, ordered crab rangoons and some fried rice Tofu for my vegan friends They spit bars, they don't look like they rap though My girl's trynna be a creep again All up in my phone, but she don't know the passcode I had it bad, yo Almost didn't finish college, I finally got a doctorate I coulda been a brain surgeon Fuck that, Imma do hip-hop instead Everything wavy, like a waterbed Spendin' all my cash that my father lent Ballin' out hard on my father's bread Go and do shows for the college kids And jump up and down on every song like 'Jump Around' But I ain't never heard of Everlast Take water bottles and I sling 'em at the crowd when I rap You can see 'em gettin' wetter (swag) Got a itch on my neck from my sweater tag Double-XL on the freshman class Say the word 'Lit' twenty times a day And I say the word 'Litty' twenty times when I text you back Sippin' green tea out a liquor flask Sold-out shows, ain't no tickets left Hella fresh, small-ass t-shirt Something that a middle school kid would have Everything that I wish I had, I got now Gettin' mad love when the boy's back in town Beside's Drake, I'm the 'G.O.A.T.', people love my accent I'm just glad dork rap's a style" Hold up dude, did you hear what I fuckin' just said!? Did you hear all those bars? Holy shit, it's so fuckin' lit! Dog! Dude, this shit's litty! Aight, let's go to Whole Foods... peace