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rum nitty - rum nitty bars on i-95 lyrics

[verse: rum nitty]
i’m really bar+heavy
ain’t no competition n+ggas all scary
i bet you three from this nickel get ‘em all buried
i’ma hop out do my sh+t just keep the car ready, god bless me
turn me up i’m in savage mode
i’ll be out here all night till this pack gets sold
tryna make a way out with this bag of dope, since they took the rims off the courts we ain’t had no goals
but i can cook and get extras
i wasn’t hooping we was in the hood with them steppers
it’s just like druski when you look at this message
‘cause we was breaking laws when it coulda been records
yeah, you ain’t no k!ller ‘cause you grip a pole
you cedric the entertainer, you still a joke
hard white soft white we was pitching both
they say if jesus broke bread we could split the loaf, did the most
but certain sh+t that i can’t talk about
if you my brother you my brother ain’t no falling out
couple snakes in the pic i had to crop ‘em out
can’t take no food out my son or my daughter mouth
16 selling dope never thought it out, hung by the k!llers like a lamb in a slaughterhouse
you ever try and flip ya’ last buck then come up off a ounce? finessing he was tryna cop a p but it was+
i’m a big center in the paint you can’t box me out
general skipping up the rank, tell ‘em calm it down
yeah, i speak on it ‘cause i been through it
i seen my og whip dope i was influenced
wanted the caddy on chrome with the big cuban
it’s all white in the stash like rick rubin
ya’ favorite rapper he be capping all in his music
i’m from the school of hard knocks, i’m one of them students
yeah, the streets cold when you active
i tell them folks free d loc until it’s backwards
and h+lla smoke out the pre+roll fl!cking ashes
beat to a pulp, then [?] rolled off the atlas
what’s happening? my bro said this might solidify ya’
i hit the booth then my producer lit a fire
okay, can’t n0body see me this a quick reminder
what i wrote, got my pen smoking like brittney griner
okay, they only proud of you when you in designer
and that weigh heavy on my soul like balenciagas
serving monday night raw tryna get you higher
fiend felt like triple h when he hit the china
whole set trip, hit me if it’s any problems
i keep a effin’ 50 like i’m sipping vodka
i be straight to the kitchen when i get the product
watch me whip it till it turn hard, pinky limo driver
i fell back for a minute now i’m back again
i just had to find a wall to put my back against
s+class 550 when i’m backing in
we gon’ fill it up with hoes tryna pack ‘em in
how come you n+ggas only k!llers on that camera lens?
you pulling back+doors till it’s on a ambulance
yeah, die slow body leaking
we gon’ watch his eyes roll adebisi
you ain’t talking money, ain’t no convos when you meet me
really can’t compare, n+ggas not close, they can’t reach me
okay, i’m cool on it, think they heard enough
i get right back on my sh+t i’m finna turn it up
i’m like chief you tryna rob you know we thirtied up
and i take buddy out like sherman klump
even offbeat i snap on ‘em
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