Artist: Rittz Album: Last Call Song: Different Breed Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] Ol' ho ass bitch! [Rittz] Uhh, it's embarrassing watchin people go out back Wanna fight I'ma sucker punch you, I ain't tryna go out back Your flow's so outdated you be slippin off shit like an old mouse pad Run around like an old grouch bag, when you see me +Don't Speak+ like a No Doubt track Shh, quiet muh'fucker (quiet muh'fucker) I don't recognize you cause we only met once Even if we met twice on a night when I wasn't that drunk I still don't recall what the fuck your name was What it look like bitch? A teacher callin out names in a homeroom class? Hell nah (hell nah) hear my speakers straight bang in an old school 'lac Think everybody lame like white boys tryna bring boat shoes back Motherfuckers who carry guns knowin damn well that they won't shoot back But you look cool though, just kidding, no you don't douchebag But if I was cool as you I would go into a new car dealership and shoot up the showroom glass like a bad-ass would, scream like you want a bitch, scream like you have bad blood Like a bad-ass does, take a picture with your gun, post it up sayin #thug, go and tat that up Yo hoe, what the deal? Word is bond, gettin backpack love Let my cash stack up like the checks from my ASCAP up when I smack all these wack rappers tryna be like me [Chorus: Rittz] Homie I'm a whole different breed (for real) In a whole different league (for real) Look at you and show disbelief cause I can see your ho tendencies Shut your ho ass up, shut your ho ass up Shut your ho ass up, shut your ho ass up Talk about your money, what you done and where you from To me it don't add up - you ain't all that good Homie I'm a whole different breed (for real) In a whole different league (for real) Look at you and show disbelief cause I can see your ho tendencies Shut your ho ass up, shut your ho ass up Shut your ho ass up, shut your ho ass up Think you're dope, I'm like "Oh, that sucks" See your music and I go crack up - ol' stupid muh'fucker [Rittz] Hate to see your DM on my I-G feed (who dat?) Just cause I replied one time doesn't mean that you're my GP Sendin links to your song, but you're bitin Tech N9ne, copy ICP You're the opposite lame-ass white boy droppin N-bombs Who the fuck are you, the white Chief Keef? Need to stop that shit (ol' white ass boy) I don't give a fuck if you got Pit bulls (got Pit bulls) Sayin "Where you get your work done?" I don't wanna talk tattoos I'm distracted starin at your knockoff shoes - what the fuck are those? Chinese J's? Sayin one day you gon' finally sign with Strange, hate to rain on your parade but I got bad news You ain't never gonna make it, and it's better that you face it, you ain't never made dope songs You're gon' feel dumb in the end like the millions of Americans that said "Vote Trump" Man I still can't believe he won, fuck paper, he gon' make it rain those bombs And I'm sick of politics like chicks postin pics with a Snapchat filter of puppy dog ears and a rainbow tongue Flower crown on your head, make your eyes look pretty, lookin shitty with no make-up on Really got some little titties but you trick us cause you had a bunch of padding in an A-cup bra You the type to fall in love, tongue-kiss 'em after they suck off a bus full of dudes after they fuck raw Online they compare me to the same fuck boys, really they subpar [Chorus] [Rittz] I can't listen, to your, shit no more Cause when I, do I, get so bored When I feel it, boomin, it hits so hard Like when Lennox, Lewis, and Klitschko fought Got a Famous, hoody, some retro fours Some expensive, jewelry, a disco ball On my trigger, finger, a missile launch 'Bout to happen any second, it's an intro for verse three Curse me and you'll be verily assaulted Fire's bitter, try me, end up burnin and engulfed in a ball of flames, Hall of Fame nominee I should be twice as big, kill 'em like the villain in a "Saw" film Home of the Braves and the Falcons and the Hawks fans I'm as calm as a croc in a swamp land Waitin in the water for my prey like I'm Jaws Tryna to bait me and fall in, you gon' see a shark's fin Starvin like I'm sleepin on a park bench Spit bars, servin rappers like I bartend Start shit, you gon' need an RN Superman blendin in like I'm Clark Kent Fuck how big your bark is, you ain't got the heart, better sharpen your skills, I'm a killer, you a marked man When it's all said and done you'll be burned to a crisp Smokin, I can smell the cartilage and charred skin Set 'em on fire, used to have it up high Now look how low the bar bend Look how many off brand rappers put they palm print on it cause they shinin for a moment, they go broke and then they starve, damn Sellin dope in the apartment Now we toast champagne, open up the caviar can Blowin money in department stores, got diamonds in my ring, got diamonds in my watch band Goddamn [Chorus] [Outro] Shut up, you cracker!