After Mornin'

Take 85 north to Gwinnett to my stompin' ground

People sleepin' on my county

Now it's time to wake em' up, smell the coffee ground

Bout' to steal the spotlight

Snort snow and I flow, feel the frostbite

We sellin' ice cream, I ain't talking Klondikes

Crystal meth, and it's crystal clear

Reporting live from Gwinnett like I'm Walter Cronkite

So ya'll might wanna keep a pistol near

Devo on the board, hear the engineer

What's the deal, pickle spear? Smoke a hog leg

After that I'ma bounce to the crib with this bitch cause she got my dick stiffer than a frog leg

Have her soundin' like she ball-gagged

Bust a nut then I dip out I'm Jimmy Carter

Motherfuckers wanna look hard from they whip, but 26

I ain't playin' with you kindergartners

It's the infamous Rittz, aka White Jesus

Alias Jonny Valiant

I hope when I come across to you it's on

Cause if you step you'll get tossed like a pasta salad

So, excuse me junior, got a QP in my underwear right next to my huge kahunas

And it's not for sale homie, it's personal

Take a toke and tell me how the purple pull

[?] brought it through the terminal

My heart's still from the bay, bay, bay all the way to the A, A, A

I'ma take a little hit then I'll do a little yay', yay'

Got the hookup on the customized J's

Everybody look amazed when they checkin' out the footwork

Sayin' who the fuck is Rittz and the Cli-N-Tel comin' out the woodwork

Puffin' good herb, yuh uh yeah

I got a cup full of Captain Morgan, a mango blunt wrap filled with kush

Got a gram and a half to snort and my fingernails smell like a ganja bush

I put my Xanax bars in the cellophane and when you givin' me dirty looks

I'ma wash it down with this Captain Morgan, the party don't stop till After Mornin'

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All the ladies in the crowd raise your hand if you're tired of your man and you wish you had something new

Ok, I see a couple few. You, you, you, too suddenly the number grew now listen

All the girls with their hands in the air that is tired of their man wantin' somethin' new

Congrats girl, you're invited backstage, afterwords you can fuck my crew

It feels like Utopia, we livin' la vida coca, man

I feel the line slide down my throat and drain, then chase it with a Crown and Coke

Till my body's floatin' like a big banana boat

Try to kill my high and I'ma split your cantaloupe right in half like a nut shell

Tell the cops that you got drunk, fell, tried to run somewhere that's the reason for the motherfuckin' blood trail "Rittz, just chill"

I'll be in an all black presidential Caddy '06 DeVille

Still with the original wheels smokin' pure kush, shit

"What's your name there white boy?" George Bush, bitch

[?] it's neon green

I had it in my pocket, you can smell it on my Shean John jeans

My Sean John jeans, eyes chinkin' like a Chinese ping pong team

Now I'm off tryin' to find me a ding-dong fiend with a drug habit

Got some porn star E pills

I'mma take her to the crib, get her freaky as fuck

And when tomorrow comes around, tell my boys the details

Some say I go overboard, and the thought that my heart might explode before

When my nose was sore, I just smoked some more

When my lungs are done, there's somethin' cold to pour

I got a cup full of Captain Morgan, a mango blunt wrap filled with kush

Got a gram and a half to snort and my fingernails smell like a ganja bush

I put my Xanax bars in the cellophane and when you givin' me dirty looks

I'ma wash it down with this Captain Morgan, the party don't stop till After Mornin'

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