ubl (underground battle league) – rum nitty vs. ll coogi lyrics
[round 1: rum nitty]
you ’bout to get k!lled fam’
and i don’t even got to air cans
cause if i can (viking) help it, i still will leave you lyin’ (lion) with my bare (bear) hands
this ain’t whatchu want
i’m really finna f+ck you up
hit the ribcage, with the switchblade, and this’ll give you whatever cuts you want
you new n+ggas, think they can just buy they way to the top
prime example
cause you ain’t earn this battle my n+gga you paid fo’ yo’ slot
i don’t condone it
it’s still a lose/lose for you cause the b+lls in my court, don’t you know this?
cause even if you win, all i gotta do is not share it or promote it
the dumbest rappers
you got more f+ckin’ battlеs than me, still ain’t made no summer madnеss or got no real money, have you?
i ain’t do no pg’s, never paid a n+gga for a f+ckin’ match up
and still made it on url mainstage in under 20 battles
my point is, you hustle backwards
but i ain’t gon’ hold back
cause a 100% of the time, i’m 100%, that’s known fact
pole clap
your dome splat
spell my name in blood after the mil’ blow (bloe) i wrote that
no slack, you ’bout to get real work
i don’t know why you accepted this battle, you went and got yourself hurt
sh+lls burst, smoke his patnas? nah i grab the llama and start with “ll” first
get murked
you know i bang, from the closest range
i’m talkin’ like two feet; tory lanez
blow his brains, to h+ll wit’ him
you washed up, expunged (ex+sponged) this old b+tch; caregiver
the lead hit him, ain’t no “is he dead” kickin’
just point it down at the head n+gga, like an airbender
you frail wit’ it
you ’bout to take this l easy
you can’t be dependent on the homeboys neither, cause they’ll leave him
sh+lls squeezin’, from a 12, this my protection
you get in my business, i’ll let ll see (c) it
take his b+tch, won’t even keep her
just beat it leave it
tell her it shall be no strings attached like run+dmc adidas
he a demon, but n+ggas know
i’m not the one that you can get up here and play with i be sendin’ souls
this my second battle in one day, that sh+t gettin’ old
f+ck a 30, i’m tryin’ to drop a 40 like cane in the liquor sto’
pistol tuck, lift it on him
silencer on, now the pound got different tones; fist emoji
run up on him, try to rob him
if you don’t got it, you still die
i don’t give a f+ck if you can’t pay yo’ rent cause all yo’ money spent
this big tom’ will still fly
k!ll guys
i put it right by your scalp when it blow
i told y’all i just took drugz (drugs) a few hours ago, the steel (still) high
i will slide
cut you down on your block
if i miss rounds from the glock
give me one mo’ chance, i’ma shoot cooji down to the socks
get popped if you talkin’ extra
pull up, hop out and stretch him
you’ll be paralyzed in seconds
mangled, your whole bottom half disabled
like a comment section
you kinda right, cause you wanted this
no strugglin’
the tool bustin’ him
sh+lls blew (blue), you gon’ die (dye) in the mil’ (meal) that’s food colorin’
who you f+ckin’ wit’?
dawg fail, not too many n+ggas gon’ make it on that smack stage
what makes you think you are l (url)?
to keep it real, is this sh+t over? yes
bro gets stretched
then get smoked, the sh+t we tote, got sticks in those; covid test
loc the bet
you know the rep
and i’m an old school puncher like open chest
you can’t keep it real yourself
suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide
k!ll yoself
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