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urltv - rum nitty vs. drugz lyrics

[round 1: drugz]
thank you
nah, bullsh+t aside i’m so grateful
but y’all done put this insane n+gga versus one who just isn’t stable
i remember the sh+t like it was yesterday
and at that exact moment i knew i was willing and able
ryda get a [?] tec
jakk get a sh+ll next
then i make you an off+ {gun c+cks} is that still on the table?
i will really blaze you
cut all that rap cappin’ out
you at the gun show now, i got all them gats you be rappin’ ’bout
ladders out, the pole clap
point blank range his dome splat
this the last thing you ever gotta hear about wal+mart…once ya eyes roll back
30 clip, hold that
the gat concealed, untucked, back out the steel
whoever got ya back get k!lled
drugz, air out the pack, it’s vacuum seal
then bring a knife to a gun fight, he laugh, like, “is that for real?”
{knife cuts}
across his face, and he laughin’ still
{knife cuts}
again, he get a gash and squeal
in public, cut scene, to the batmobile
grab and peel
stop with the foolishness
you follow me my whole career? you know i’m really with the stupid sh+t
ruger clip, back out, start boomin’ sh+t
his son on the sideline cryin’
they don’t know if he gon’ make it through this sh+t?
it’s crazy y’all insane, now they losin’ it (nit’)
y’all got me confused as sh+t
he fire, but i’ma fight right back
ain’t n0body rooting for the under dog?
i mean sheesh, i might snap
anybody every spill something on themselves right before they went to the club?
bro, that sh+t’s so wack
and you that stain on the tee, {gun c+cks} cause i ain’t goin’ out like that
baow
i don’t go nowhere without my strap
i really spin them blocks, makin’ pistols pop
you got gun lines, i got gun charges, it’s a difference aak
try to headshot my mom’s sister and m.o.p. my auntie up (‘ante up’)?
yeah blood still here n+gga {gun cl!cks}, ya missed a spot
you should’ve used the swiffer tool i, lift a stock
chrome thing, he heard there was bodies on this b+tch, that had this hoe phased
tone banged
bird out the window like road rage
what i tote; flame
i hope you got a can’ on you
explosive rounds and a mag’ for you
that’ll melt ya buds down, we makin’ hash oil
it was sad for you, left on the scene
detectives pulled up, they couldn’t find any leads
i stole the car for the drive+by
i’m talkin’ gloves when i squeeze
took care of every f+ckin’ detail, everything in+between
dropped the body and shaved my beard i get away clean
y’all said i would lose on this stream
i think not
piece hit, green dot, clean body; detox
this is not the same drugz you saw before, it’s a re+rock
machine c+ck
i’m for the drama
that’s on my grandma name, you must be off ya rocker
larkin pop ya
he run?
baow! after every f+ckin’ bar like waka flocka
take the stock off the chopper, and buck the tool
don’t ask me, “suicide or i’ll do the job”, i’ma leave it up to you
[round 1: rum nitty]
aye, me and my people been debating on, when i should let you see ya grave
meet ya fate
and ironically we all guessed the 8th would be the day
an easy plate
but for the battle?
i’m sleepin’ late
drinkin’ drank
we smokin’ weed today
thc edibles; drugz a piece of cake
psa, i’m strapped, ain’t tryin’ to hear all of that
hospital bandages
that’s the only time i’m tryin’ to see you guys (gauze) (w)rap
drama season, whole squad we eatin’
off the rip, they can’t stand the crips; quadriplegic
said you wanted all the smoke, so i walked up inside and seen him
let a pound go
drugz ran out so fast, i tried to re+up
keep up, but if he play let it off
baow! the .8 (ate) loud, like asmr
say ya grace, i’m tryin’ to break ya face
gun b+tt, give you a (k)not blood, you can’t relate
razor blade, cut him
the wound will heal up, and be a (nba) bubble, you better play it safe
out the gate, you n+ggas scary, very
it’s hail mary pairs and you get buried
i’ma air these
a pair of these
two guns, i’ll let the little one off drugz, d.a.r.e. me
i’m serious
i really put on for my state, no reach
but you goofy n+ggas?
y’all be havin’ jokes about the place i stay low key
cause it’s hot as f+ck and i’m in the desert
that ain’t on me
if drugz bring up a cactus, i’ma make him pay o.d. (peyote)
no sleep, it’s gonna be a cold summer
i’ma smoke somethin’, you gon’ suffer
you was better off fightin’ ya team first, i’m steve kerr, the goat puncher
dome buster, ya know my style
yeah the goonies had that sh+t poppin’ for a minute, but it’s over now
so don’t get loud
if you don’t wanna get stepped on, cut it out drugz
i bet y’all washed up ass will tone (acetone) it down
bro a clown, he just rappin’
i’ma hustle until people rattin’ and police will sn+tch us
you ever play 2k?
well before my career we would grind until we seen the badges
nina clap ’em
spine shot, put drugz back on the street, this might be entrapment
nina clap him, we get at him
whole gang squeezin’
if them n+ggas miss? i send some more fiendin’ to get him for the same reason
droppin’ drugz right where he hang at right after i say “lean him” (saline) him
beam him, show you what this ak does
you get murked, hear something loud first
then we send you to the gateway drugz
on the set

[round 2: drugz]
i said, you a fan favorite…you earned that
they hate me…i deserve that
so when this sh+t drop on the app, they gonna vote for you regardless, it’s so wack
this sh+t remind me of this time this b+tch tried to put a whole f+ckin’ baby on me y’all
’til the dna test results came back with the cold facts
cause now, i don’t wanna hear nothin’ else about this little motherf+cker
cause y’all said i was no match
his dome cracked, you better keep it on you
the fans seem to think that he’s immortal
’til it’s an idaho on the barrel when we come for you
put a potato next to a crab and make a sea (c) food boil
keep it cordial
this glock stay by me
17 and every f+cking bar i gotta fake id
it’s like y’all don’t even want me to say my peace
i saw the polls y’all dead wrong
that sh+t wasn’t even close like an air ball
me? trash?
that’s the narrative y’all tryin’ to paint?
well y’all being lead on, and they got me p+ssed off
so don’t say the wrong word or droppin’ the quarter like a swear jar
lead jaw, bullets dump out the glock
y’all saw me k!ll bill
why you tryin’ to punch out a box?
drum gotta stop
the heat dump, keep squeezin’ until there’s nothin’ left like a capri sun
goat? he’s one
you hear the fans, every battle
“yeah nitty, kick his ass.”
that’s cause you so talented when it comes to rappin’ ’bout grippin’ mags
i mean honestly bro, you’re unmatched
this n+gga spaz
but you didn’t brought that gift to me
aww, {gun c+cks} you shouldn’t have
pistol blast, hollow round, roasting session
i’ll really smoke this peasant
you and this .50 cal’ bullet got somethin’ in common; both from the desert
i’ll load the heckler
i’ll lift this tec up
y’all brought this n+gga to my region? i knew it was a setup
he drove past with some crips in the car, oh yeah that sh+t gettin’ wet up
soon as i saw all them crabs in the bucket i knew it was no lead up
i’m fed up
i’m comin’ for my spot
what’s mine is mine, this chop’, fresh out the box
well that just mean it’s my time to shine
llama’s fly, they gonna have to reconstruct you
pull another strap, n+gga i don’t even wanna tussle
danny, i believe in a parallel universe, cause now rum’s seeing double
you in trouble
ya boy nitty? done
so litty; fun
gun wit’ me; run
all i need to take gold rum is one fifty; one
bl!cky; drum
buck the tool, don’t ask me “suicide or i’ll do the job”
i’ma just leave it up to you
[round 2: rum nitty]
y’all knew for surely i would k!ll him
i got a flight to take, so this will only take a minute
point blank
get up close so i don’t miss him
it’s hard to control me when i’m trippin’
this just like when animals attack
cause i let one from the sig’ free (siegfried) and roy’ll be a victim
you n+ggas b+tches
you can’t box, we know now
your form wild
i’d have dropped you
stomped you
kickin’ drugz soon as i put the boy down
it’s goin’ down
f+ck if the camera’s on, we get busy
i keep it wit’ me like a tag+along
pull up in a four door ford, with a ‘matic drawn
then hop out the focus on drugz like it’s adderall
i ‘get at you dog’
a glock holler, let a clip off in ya back
that b+tch a rottweiler!
stop barkin’ or i have them bring static to you next (neck), i’m the shot caller (shock collar)
you ’bout to get all the smoke
and take so many punches the fans yellin’
(get off the ropes)
out the gate y’all losin’
why they make y’all do this?
this was done before it happened, i deja vu’ed it
point blank, in the middle of your face i shoot it
that’s lead (led) to the center drugz, like the k+9 unit
glock ring, i’ll drop king
top on the floor, i need a box spring
you should’ve dodged me
you ’bout to get bodied yusef
it’s gonna be h+lla hallelujahs and trauma units
i ain’t want to but i gotta do it
chopper shootin’
and once the k come out, drugz a dead man; embalming fluid
get stupid? this mac clappin’ loudly
i’m strap packin’, doubt me?
and i keep some n+ggas that’ll take it past rap around me
i’m out my f+ckin’ mind
havin’ flash backs and wildin’
i’m off the chain
and throwed off, you better ask jakk about it
i out him, in an instant
he gon’ die, and any minute
his homeboy’s tryin’ to help him out, but the n+gga driftin’
and i’ma do him dirty if he tryin’ to get drugz in the system
pistol hit him, wit’ the clip in
his head’ll swell up like a balloon full, drugz; if i whip it
this the intervention
you finished, get to writin’ up ya will
and it’s no mo’ gun show, i got a license to conceal
to keep it real, i ain’t wanna smoke you or nothin’
so i feel bad givin’ you this big ass thor hammer
cause you low key (loki) my brother
motherf+cker
can’t keep it real yourself
suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide

[round 3: drugz]
aye can i get a round of applause for rum nitty?
coast to coast!
my n+gga traveled in the ‘rona
just to keep his word
showed up and battled his opponent
he was excited to be here too y’all
’til he seen me grippin’ the ratchet on the corner
“i’m sorry i lied to+” i’m ’bout to send yo’ ass back to arizona!
this n+gga used to be a loaner
’til he joined some n+ggas and settled
i’m talkin’ writer’s bloque, every fuccin’ bar, team homi, i just listed several
but you started off with kg and them, that’s what helped you level
but i don’t give a f+ck if you came in fourth, you still (steel) gon’ get this metal (medal)
what he ain’t gon’ tell you, is that i’m the one that motivates him
and if he say anything different, it’s all cappin’
how the f+ck we rap so similar rum? but i’m the one that’s stagnant?
let me guess, i sound like twork, i sound like tw+
i’m so sick of this f+ckin’ madness
ain’t it allergy season? you got all them drugz in ya pen and you just sittin’ back waitin’ on a reaction
i’m spazzin’
cause i can’t hold that
i watched b. dot smoke you on that roof like, “holy cr+p”, you was boring
it’s so wack
it’s ’bout time you change what’s in ya raps
we sick of hearin’ about your two sticks nit’
it’s starting to thread together and overlap
you over clap with no angle but here’s one
the tay roc and ms. hustle, that screenshot he took
she said she never told you nothin’ about no tran+ okay that had me shook
cause you the homie, and i’m not saying you was talking to the thing first, but that’s how it look
you tried to expose that n+gga and it backfired, that was the move of a rook’
and based on stature, y’all remind me of tory and meg but you shot yourself in the foot
all that f+ckin’ gossipin’
i’m surprised you still got followers
don’t let this battle rap sh+t change ya character as a man, i’m just remindin’ ya
i should catch him while he’s sleeping
and use that pillow he was talkin’ on as a silencer
i’ma body ya
you broke the man code, you gotta die
you only see that b+tch at hotels, rum outta (ramada) line
you start actin’ weird, soon as you got a dime
but when i heard his little ass was hittin’ that big booty b+tch+
woo, i couldn’t believe it aak
that b+tch about as curvy as a bottle of azul, and i’ma ring her top
bring a mop
hot flashes out the bl!ck gon’ streak
i caught him and ms. hustle out on a date, they was just tryin’ to get somethin’ to eat
i told ’em, order whatever they want, cause it’s on me
chrome heat, it’s packin’ power
i put that on the house rum, like happy hour
this beretta finna bang
fully loaded and i’m givin’ it all to nit’ (alternate), he’ll never be the same
don’t ask me, suicide or i’ll do the job, i’ma just leave it up to you
as far as battle rap in my city n+gga, i’m runnin’ mine
i live for mumbo sauce stains on my white tee in the summer time

[round 3: rum nitty]
aye you know it’s on cuz
aye smack you ready?
(i’m ready son)
’bout to pull somethin’ loaded on drugz
i’m done waitin’
it’s gun blazin’ if cuz complainin’
i’ll make a punk famous
horse around if you want but you gon’ run later
once one of these collide they’ll break out, i’m un+stable
this one’s fatal
i’m ’bout to dog walk you bad, do all you can
but when i put you down you gon’ stay patna like hollohan
it’s r.i.p.’s when they lost they fam’
they done already got you a bottle of liquor drugz and poured it out…it sounds like contraband
when you boxed the old man, why you was swingin’ like that for?
punching witcha head down, you can’t see like that roy
you gotta weave and bob while you’re blocking, keep your defense on point
you lost points
i’d have put hands on you too
and beat yo’ ass with them moves
we all seen your arm strong (armstrong) but it ain’t really land on the moon
how you a goon?
i be done shot a lame
you get the mac if you ain’t in shottie range
fully automatic, i ain’t even gotta aim
if one hit his roof he get a closed casket, family in a lot of pain
cause they couldn’t even tell if drugz in it, this sh+t a cosby drink
it’s ya time today
peace patna, the piece poppin’
‘they’ll reminisce over you’, i’ll pete rock ya
squeeze choppers, he gon’ bleed, watchin’ blood spill
it’s gonna be more dna cells (sales) than get money & drink water
think smarter
cause you done sealed ya fate and got k!lled today
you can choose just how you wanna die, i got a million ways
but this is my spot, you can’t steal my sp+ce
are you slow son?
it’s apparent (a parent) you can’t move me, what’s eating gilbert grape?
n+ggas fake, but you know how i go
loc wit’ the smoke
i’m a real monster, i be holdin’ my own
called ‘the gun show’ by his home
baow
he turned into a sprinter, then it tore through, i put the show on the road
big fo’s
you know how i’m rockin’ stupid
glock or ruger
try some sh+t then i gotta use it
racked and ready, one up top, i’m a shooter
get popped up
watch how i (eye) drop drugz, i’m a looper
make a move and i’ma regulate
bring death your way
it’s white sheets if you ever play
and they got drugz covered up like it’s medicaid
let me set it straight
you got your whole style from twork
now this b+tch just dirty
that n+gga can be way bigger than what he is
but if he don’t stop puttin’ on this mini pac+12 version, you ain’t gon’ never excel jersey
dirty, you should pick up on some of this game yo’self
but drugz tryin’ so hard to be an o.g. you might literally strain yo’sef
and i know, every line i keep that k
and on some real sh+t, we do need some peace and unity
and i’m prayin’ to see that day’

on the set, you can’t keep it real yourself
suicide or i’ll do the job+

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