Rittz - Dork Rap lyrics

sh**, 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 [?] I will You can f** off and run along People flip on you like a somersault, doin’ cart wheels Pourin’ top-shelf liquor in my co*ktail The CLI-N-TEL 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 sh** I’m sayin’ make sense when it sink in I’m distinctive, pinky ring pimp Spittin’ sh** 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 cuz my fanbase thick You’re wounded again, make the band-aid stick It’s a movement, you can sh** the campaign, b**h 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 Trynna copy me but could never be this caliente, b**h Time for me to bring the hardcore back Got ’em feeling like deja 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 sh** They be on that Dork Rap (Swag) Bunch of lame a** dudes They don’t never spit no real sh** They be on that Dork Rap (I’m Lit) How the f** do you support that? (Yeah) Thinkin’ that you k**in’? What I’m hearin’ is beyond whack (Sizzle) It’s like the industry done gone mad And I don’t ever feel sh**, every single song’s bad (Fire) Where the f** they find these boys at? I be on that real sh**, y’all be on that Dork Rap (Swag) How the f** could you support that? s** my dick! sh**, 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 Cuz everyone now sounds Like a down south rapper with a lean buzz? sh**, 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 d** 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 Cuz 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’ Cuz they f**ed ’em on they contract, b**h Time for me to bring the hardcore back Got ’em feeling like deja 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 sh** They be on that Dork Rap (Swag) Bunch of lame a** dudes They don’t never spit no real sh** They be on that Dork Rap (I’m Lit) How the f** do you support that? (Yeah) Thinkin’ that you k**in’? What I’m hearin’ is beyond whack (Sizzle) It’s like the industry done gone mad And I don’t ever feel sh**, every single song’s bad (Fire) Where the f** they find these boys at? I be on that real sh**, y’all be on that Dork Rap (Swag) How the f** could you support that? s** 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 pa**code I had it bad, yo Almost didn’t finish college I finally got a doctorate I coulda been a brain surgeon f** 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 cla** 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-a** 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 f**in’ just said!? Did you hear all those bars!? Holy sh**, it’s so f**in’ lit! Dog! Dude, this sh**’s litty! Aight, let’s go to Whole Foods…Peace