Bigg K vs. Rum Nitty King of the Dot (Ft. Bigg K & Rum Nitty)

[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
We got Rum Nitty...versus Bigg K, finna boost it up a notch
Do y'all recall the Pulp Fiction bar I said against Ave?
Truly that was hot
Remember; "he marked her out before the needle"?
Same shit
Cause now you got a shooter on The Dot
I won't let this bitch play wit' me
That's the type shit I'll put you under for K (4K); 1080P
You 'bout to get all the smoke, and take so many punches
They fans yellin', "Get off the ropes"
Play it cool or you gon' die; facts
.9 strapped, I bring them shooters where you hide at
Pull his tool you better fight back
One in the face hit him
Laid out wit' his leg twitchin'
Got K kickin'
I knew you wouldn't like that
{stumble}
The dude brave, the whole world thinkin' it's over for you?
And you know why too K (Y2K)
I'm 'bout to trip
If it's funk, I run to the trunk like Ong Bak and flip
You a bitch, got all your fans on block and shit
But watch ya tone, I'll push ya melon in (melanin), you'll never see son (sun) block again
You done hit a roadblock
Started off so hot then Ave took yo' spot
Lil' Draco, you don't get no props
I call him "Drako" 'cause K ain't got no stock
I'll pistol whip you wit' a loaded Glock
The .40 goin' back and forth wit' a bitch: "Lieutenant Roast a Botch"
I had to kill him, and we ain't comin' for no classic, I'ma bag a nigga
Pack a Smith &
So you killin' me like check engine light
You won't make it past a mission (emission)
Won't body no one, chopper totin'
Dome shot, got a hollow smokin', bitch chill you not a soldier
Actin' like Caine off Menace II Society, cause somethin' Big will (Wheel) get bodied over
We came in with six sticks, so keep it on the low, like R. Kelly...try not to miss the (Mr.) Big bitch
We in yo' city, Glocks is squeezin'
Lookin' for yo' spot I'm creepin'
Robbin' season, called you "Easy"
Tryin' to clear out ya house in Virginia like Dr. Sebi
And you can't keep it real yaself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yaself!)