[Round 1: Serius Jones]
Weight in the trap
The dope, brick by brick
If you hatin', then jack
Cause everybody know now, I'ma pull out that Big(g) K over Smack
JK, just killin'
The GOAT ain't kiddin', get rich quick it ain't only fans that do you bad baby (Bhad Bhabie)
But catch me outside, I'll grip the cold steel
Put your head up against your car tire
Since they say I hold bitches against they own will (wheel)
Comin' to my cell, with they cells, showin' me y'all blogs
That's how I had the guards on the tier
And y'all out here talkin' 'bout, "Who God tier?"
Nigga, I was a god on the tear
Now this a contest? With 16, that's the number prepared
And this my first event, I was innocent
But when I beat this bitch, on stage for my money, I'ma show y'all what Ike Turner meant (tournament)
Y'all been sleepin', it's time to wake 'em up
OD'ing on Caffeine and Rum, like Kahlua
Get upset and testing (intestine) the baow movin' (bowel movement)
Them easy name flips without a crowd, useless
They say, "This up. Nitty gritty", well let's get down to it
Cause this ain't you and I vers' city (university)
You ain't gotta be Ivy League to add up this con L's (Cornell)
Versus Jones with, one?
Everybody prolly said, "Rum gon' take these shots to the head."
But nah, I got Ill Will for Nitty
That means I'm a Yak ('Gnac) nigga with Homi's
Yeah you in that mix but all we get is a punch with Rum
You wanna live my life, let's keep it gangsta
I'ma be Frank, Nitty
I see Jake in you
State Farm Commercial, cause all you do is flip names
But look at what you named yourself; Rum
But you givin' cheap shots
So you know Every Bar gon' serve you
You tryin' to give us over proof
Throw it up then choke
Cause Rum ain't made for takin' shots
I know it's rough on the palette, is that why you go down easy?
They said, "Rum on the rocks" but my ties (mai tais)? Mob
He molasses slow, run him over
Or give him a limp he ain't proud of, that's Suge or (sugar) 'caine (cane)
What? I gotta explain?
I know what Rum is really made out of
I draw down, on the fastest gun on the west
Cause a vets gun's faster
He try to creep up from behind and book me?
It was a murder, I read Rum (redrum) backwards
We know!
Nitty got more gun lines than a Texas pawn shop
He got FNs, Sig Sau's, Glocks with long stocks, man stop brother
We know you worked at Wal-Mart in the stock room
This is literally a MAC vs. a boxcutter!
You put slavin' over C'ing (overseeing) in the field, nigga
Well it's 'bout time, you ain't got no job if you really put work in
If you do and you proud, fine
Then the beef back; cow spine
Creep up on him on his down time
Tap into the inner calm (intercom) then baow, do him dirty, "Clean up on aisle 9!"
I thought I wasn't even gonna be breathing free again
Cause though it's Rum to you but to me it's gin
And as soon as I see you, two arms extended; bring it in
Aw man, the shit is mine, I'm still in my prime
Matter of fact, tell 'em what I get better with....time
Weight in the trap
The dope, brick by brick
If you hatin', then jack
Cause everybody know now, I'ma pull out that Big(g) K over Smack
JK, just killin'
The GOAT ain't kiddin', get rich quick it ain't only fans that do you bad baby (Bhad Bhabie)
But catch me outside, I'll grip the cold steel
Put your head up against your car tire
Since they say I hold bitches against they own will (wheel)
Comin' to my cell, with they cells, showin' me y'all blogs
That's how I had the guards on the tier
And y'all out here talkin' 'bout, "Who God tier?"
Nigga, I was a god on the tear
Now this a contest? With 16, that's the number prepared
And this my first event, I was innocent
But when I beat this bitch, on stage for my money, I'ma show y'all what Ike Turner meant (tournament)
Y'all been sleepin', it's time to wake 'em up
OD'ing on Caffeine and Rum, like Kahlua
Get upset and testing (intestine) the baow movin' (bowel movement)
Them easy name flips without a crowd, useless
They say, "This up. Nitty gritty", well let's get down to it
Cause this ain't you and I vers' city (university)
You ain't gotta be Ivy League to add up this con L's (Cornell)
Versus Jones with, one?
Everybody prolly said, "Rum gon' take these shots to the head."
But nah, I got Ill Will for Nitty
That means I'm a Yak ('Gnac) nigga with Homi's
Yeah you in that mix but all we get is a punch with Rum
You wanna live my life, let's keep it gangsta
I'ma be Frank, Nitty
I see Jake in you
State Farm Commercial, cause all you do is flip names
But look at what you named yourself; Rum
But you givin' cheap shots
So you know Every Bar gon' serve you
You tryin' to give us over proof
Throw it up then choke
Cause Rum ain't made for takin' shots
I know it's rough on the palette, is that why you go down easy?
They said, "Rum on the rocks" but my ties (mai tais)? Mob
He molasses slow, run him over
Or give him a limp he ain't proud of, that's Suge or (sugar) 'caine (cane)
What? I gotta explain?
I know what Rum is really made out of
I draw down, on the fastest gun on the west
Cause a vets gun's faster
He try to creep up from behind and book me?
It was a murder, I read Rum (redrum) backwards
We know!
Nitty got more gun lines than a Texas pawn shop
He got FNs, Sig Sau's, Glocks with long stocks, man stop brother
We know you worked at Wal-Mart in the stock room
This is literally a MAC vs. a boxcutter!
You put slavin' over C'ing (overseeing) in the field, nigga
Well it's 'bout time, you ain't got no job if you really put work in
If you do and you proud, fine
Then the beef back; cow spine
Creep up on him on his down time
Tap into the inner calm (intercom) then baow, do him dirty, "Clean up on aisle 9!"
I thought I wasn't even gonna be breathing free again
Cause though it's Rum to you but to me it's gin
And as soon as I see you, two arms extended; bring it in
Aw man, the shit is mine, I'm still in my prime
Matter of fact, tell 'em what I get better with....time
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