[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
We got Rum Nitty vs...Devon Carter...Danja Zone
Cole from Martin
I'm flippin' all them shits, let's get it started
But first, I peeped out the War Report list
It's just somethin' I don't see
Cause when you thinkin' of a top five
I'm the one to call, you can dial on (Dylan) me
It's that easy
You get the Eagle if this bitch get to fuckin' up, that's my mind state
He make one error Zone'll (Arizona) see the Desert, you'll get where I'm comin' from
Headshot, put a tip in ya upper front
This .50 cal' it'll shoot "acquiate" (accurate), your wig'll get 'Another Onе'
Or we can scrap, get a dope hook; Jeezy track
Wе can get it shakin' off the punch like when Steams react
Nina clap
Or the .45 take a quarter size exit wound when it leave ya back
Nah, if it pop off then we pop the trunk
I'll let a slug Jet Li you wouldn't Exit Wound
I'm not the one, gun butt you with the .50, won't have to pop the chrome
If this bitch frontin' I'm fixin' to whip somethin' with the Auto/Zone
I dump all this pistol
Or a leg shot, have you shit draggin' (dragon) in one round, Mortal Kombat symbol
When they want every bar to perfection, they call on me
You unknown, I put the block on, that's a *67
I get to clappin' around, your face gone
Give you Quantum Physics and Qleen Paper, that's half the pound it ate (8) Zone
I don't just wrap 'about the burner though
My shit clap, I been throwin' bullets
The mil' a (Miller) go across ya middle like a tight end slant
Hold up, Ben Rothlisberger, Heather Miller, go across your middle
Simple flame
But a bullet is somethin' that Tom' lend (Tomlin) if you think it's still a (Steeler) game
Respect the killer
I'll choke you 'til you Blue in the Face
With no beat I compel a (acapella) nigga
Be all in yo' city wit' it
This bitch air then your clique go
Let it sing in front of ya kin Nitty (Kennedy) and make ya Maryland men roll (Monroe)
But this ya chance
Since you wanna be number one at the top
But you tried the block at the wrong time
Having that goal, tends (goaltend) to fuck up the shot
I don't care who this nigga beat, his shine finna stop
Old Khalfia cut, if I black the whole round, that little streak'll die (dye) on the spot
I oughta killed you in Maryland, you know the truth
You get no salute
Take a trip out Danjaland just to smoke his boots
This .40 new
With hollows in it, let three of these bitches sing in front of the Total group
Fuck Danja Zone, right now he need this treatment
Delonte West, it's kinda fuckin' apparent why me and my teammate beefin'
Real shit
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yoself!)
We got Rum Nitty vs...Devon Carter...Danja Zone
Cole from Martin
I'm flippin' all them shits, let's get it started
But first, I peeped out the War Report list
It's just somethin' I don't see
Cause when you thinkin' of a top five
I'm the one to call, you can dial on (Dylan) me
It's that easy
You get the Eagle if this bitch get to fuckin' up, that's my mind state
He make one error Zone'll (Arizona) see the Desert, you'll get where I'm comin' from
Headshot, put a tip in ya upper front
This .50 cal' it'll shoot "acquiate" (accurate), your wig'll get 'Another Onе'
Or we can scrap, get a dope hook; Jeezy track
Wе can get it shakin' off the punch like when Steams react
Nina clap
Or the .45 take a quarter size exit wound when it leave ya back
Nah, if it pop off then we pop the trunk
I'll let a slug Jet Li you wouldn't Exit Wound
I'm not the one, gun butt you with the .50, won't have to pop the chrome
If this bitch frontin' I'm fixin' to whip somethin' with the Auto/Zone
I dump all this pistol
Or a leg shot, have you shit draggin' (dragon) in one round, Mortal Kombat symbol
When they want every bar to perfection, they call on me
You unknown, I put the block on, that's a *67
I get to clappin' around, your face gone
Give you Quantum Physics and Qleen Paper, that's half the pound it ate (8) Zone
I don't just wrap 'about the burner though
My shit clap, I been throwin' bullets
The mil' a (Miller) go across ya middle like a tight end slant
Hold up, Ben Rothlisberger, Heather Miller, go across your middle
Simple flame
But a bullet is somethin' that Tom' lend (Tomlin) if you think it's still a (Steeler) game
Respect the killer
I'll choke you 'til you Blue in the Face
With no beat I compel a (acapella) nigga
Be all in yo' city wit' it
This bitch air then your clique go
Let it sing in front of ya kin Nitty (Kennedy) and make ya Maryland men roll (Monroe)
But this ya chance
Since you wanna be number one at the top
But you tried the block at the wrong time
Having that goal, tends (goaltend) to fuck up the shot
I don't care who this nigga beat, his shine finna stop
Old Khalfia cut, if I black the whole round, that little streak'll die (dye) on the spot
I oughta killed you in Maryland, you know the truth
You get no salute
Take a trip out Danjaland just to smoke his boots
This .40 new
With hollows in it, let three of these bitches sing in front of the Total group
Fuck Danja Zone, right now he need this treatment
Delonte West, it's kinda fuckin' apparent why me and my teammate beefin'
Real shit
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yoself!)
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