Artist: Rittz
Album:  Last Call
Song:   Dork Rap
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Rittz]
Ya-uh-yeah
It's Rittz, bitch

[Rittz]
Shit, it's 4:44 and I'm talkin on my money phone
I've been stuntin on 'em all summer long
Your money gone, sweeter than some honeycomb
Gettin money long 'til you're freakin 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 cartwheels
Pourin top-shelf liquor in my cocktail
The Cli-N-Tel Crew comin like the cartel
Double-timin but that's heartfelt
Better stay up in your lane, get in mine hit the guardrail
Tryna work but the cards dealt
And still flex on 'em like I'm doin 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 goin 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 they could never be this caliente, bitch

[Chorus: Rittz]
Time for me to bring the hardcore back
Got 'em feelin like déjà vu
Anyone'll get it when I'm on a warpath
And anybody in my way I'll move
Then I snuck in when I seen the door crack
Then I made a new lane, make room
Little girl shit, they be on the dork rap (swag)
Bunch of lame-ass dudes
They don't never spit no real shit, they be on the dork rap (I'm lit)
How the fuck do you support that? (yeah)
Thinkin that you killin, what I'm hearin is beyond wack (sizzle)
It's like the industry done gone mad
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!

[Rittz]
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 reefer 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 when momma told me "Jonny 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 shockin 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 tryna flop that
One-track wonders, said they got racks comin
All the sudden they got nothin cause they fucked 'em on they contract, bitch

[Chorus]

[Rittz]
This 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 tryna 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, I'ma 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
XXL 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
Somethin 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
Besides Drake I'm the GOAT, people love my accent
I'm just glad Dork Rap's a style

[Outro: Rittz]
Heh, hold up dude
You hear what I fuckin just said?
You hear all those bars?
Holy shit, it's so fuckin lit
Dawg, dude this shit's litty!
Aight let's go to Whole Foods
Peace