LAF Songtext
von Rittz

Look at them boots (ha?), the fuck am I, Elvis?
You think I dropped two racks on a pair of crocodile tails just to let ′em sit up on the shelf bitch?
Yela done lost his mind, dropped 70 grand up on the Chevrolet
A bug got into my throat, I had to cough it up
The dealership hit me with the pepper spray
Money, money, money
20, 30, 40, 50 and another hunnid
If I don't get rid of this ridiculous amount of dividends I′ll probably end up with a knot up in my stomach
If I don't feel well, then I don't get mail


If I don′t get mail, then I can′t steer well
If I can't steer well, I′ma run over these mothafuckas like a gorilla up in a titanium tank drinkin' on clear
Well, what do you expect, I ain′t never seen a hunnid thousand dollar check
Even Walmart had to restock
Fucking with me up in the electronic department
What do you mean you can't sell all 6 flat screens, what am I supposed to put in my garage
A fucking projecta? how do you expect me to take a piss and not miss Sons of Anar-chy
What a dream, what a dream, what is this, what is that, what is up with the bling
What a scene, buy the couch, buy the lamp, buy the room, buy the sink, buy the whole damn thing, bada boom bada bing
House lookin′ like the Bass Pro Shop
Buffalo heads, bears, bucks and dead ducks
Fuck changing up, kill it stuff it and hang it up
You don't like it then you lame as fuck
Come on in, want a beer?
Oh yeah, Next to Nothing mothafucka
Slumerican shit!

These motherfuckers make me laugh
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Look at how they dress
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Listen how they rap
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Trying to say they fresh, trying to say they tough
You ain't ever been about it, you just make shit up


(Hey Rittz, what′s up?)
Some people never really cease to amaze me
These days it′s like no one can take a hint
I make a song called "Lame As Fuck" and all these rappers acting like it don't pertain to them
If I was to name these lame motherfuckers it would
Take me ten minutes to give ′em attention so I'll be vague and vent
But if you feel like I′m referring to you, then you're the reason my patience is paper thin
First off, if you know me as Rittz
I think you′re real lame if you see me and you try to call me by my real name
Just because you read my Wikipedia
Don't even say to people that we kicked it when we never did hang
Same type of motherfucker will beg for your number and wonder why you ignore em like twenty times on the road
Cause I'm busy and this is why I hesitated giving it to you homie
You need to go get a life of your own
"How do I know if I′m lame?"
Lemme ask you this, are you always commenting online like you′re an expert on everything?
When someone's sick, do you try to chime in and tell ′em what medicine they should buy?
Shitty car, got a pair of rims on it
You ever done a ice bucket challenge? Then the answer's yes
Do you ask random people ′bout a tat just so you can show 'em yours when nobody give a shit?
Lookin lame, takin′ pictures with a pit
Say you love it, make it mean
And you give the dog away
I hope you end up gettin' bit
Bitches actin like they model for a living when they strip
I'm confused on how to say it, are they memes or they mems?
I′m just sick of seeing dorky shit written on a picture for a minute It was cool but now I′m wishin it would end
Hell nah
I feel the word thot is twat
It's difficult, it doesn′t roll off my tongue
You prolly used the word fleek the same week you heard it you geek
Dirty pussy nobody showing you love
You lame as fuck if you ain't rolling with Slum
You lame as fuck yelling Worldstar holding your phone
You think you dope, but you dumb
You wanna rap to me I′m hoping you gone
You think you flow, that mean you totally dumb
Cuz you lame as fuck!

All I see around here is boring flows and rollies
E-Beef boring tweets, these bitches totally taking thoting to a whole nother level
Like they was born for hoeing, and then she got to turn around and expose the nigga
She was just chilling with the night before without a warning, so she can get accepted socially
So you gotta know, was she colder than ice?
She rolling the dice, or block her on the neck like you born to goalie
Uh, a hunnid, a hunnid, a hunnid, a hunnid, a hunnid, that's the new corn emoji
Who want it, who want it? That′s a new rhetorical question nobody seems to have the answers to
The only question niggas seem to have a answer to is "Who done it, who done it?"
Snitching is the new equivalent to cancer foo'
Stop working and getting your pay and giving it to dancers knowing your children need pampers foo'
You niggas nowadays are probably waiting in line all day
Just to get advanced a shoe cause they was made by Kanye
You put them on, get a glance or two, then you go home and your daughter say
How Sway, but you ain′t got the answers foo
The shit is too pathetic, cause you too busy tryna keep up with the nigga who be tryna keep up with the nigga who be chasing all of these bitches
With all the artificial body parts looking too synthetic
Look, if Yelawolf tell a nigga that he want you deaded, you be deaded
Rittz and I can finish blowing the Romeo Julieta
After I finish sending a nigga at you who be throwing Tony Romos out of a Ruger, ready to risk it all for me
Get off me, y′all funny, this is the remix, Rittz talk to me

These motherfuckers make me laugh
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Look at how they dress
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Listen how they rap
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Trying to say they fresh, trying to say they tough
You ain't ever been about it, you just make shit up
You lame as fuck

Oh word, y′all ain't think that I was coming in this bitch
Bet ya think I′m talkin' bout making an entrance
Talk bout making an entrance, into a lame niggas Misses
Listen to that sentence, I said coming in this bitch
Rubbing on her clits, sucking on her tits
Cumming on her lips, why am I humping on this chick?
Cause he dumber than a brick, talking bout the Illuminati like "Doesn′t it exist?"
And didn't Eminem become a puppet for the government in this country
Once he's start coming with the hits?
I ain′t fucking with them Rittz, these dudes been dropped on their head
Swimming in they daddy balls, he should have opted for some head
Yo momma should have swallowed you instead, missed y′all not at all, uh, wait
What about these mothafuckas acting like they trapping but ain't never flipped a quarter
Rappers never traffickin′ across the Tijuana border
You the sorta nigga wearin' a recorder, talkin′ for the court reporter
Rolling over so your time is shorter, but you know your crew is doing more than just a quarter
Now they making orders like them Jordans you be sportin in protected custody but luckily
I can't afford to fuck with suckas I ignored them mothafuckas
Crooked is sorta like a hoarder with the pistols (you lame)
Crooked he′s gone, what is he on?
Is it a weed bong?
He got 3 blondes with no jeans on playin ping pong with his ding dong while he sing songs like I'm Cheech and Chong, bitch I'm King Kong
Just a nigga with a attitude like I′m Ice Cube reborn
Mixed with some Bill Cosby bitches
Wrong nigga to sleep on, Rittz

These motherfuckers make me laugh
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Look at how they dress
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Listen how they rap
They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck
Trying to say they fresh, trying to say they tough
You ain′t ever been about it, you just make shit up
You lame as fuck