[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
This gon' get ruthless
We got Rum muthafuckin' Nitty vs Big T
AKA Big Tuna
This shit's stupid
But you can't tell him nothin', I'm finna bury cousin
Pull up, broad day on him, somethin' heavy clutchin'
Beretta bustin'
Pull a mil' (meal) out the box with the glove on
You gonna have to give Tuna help or (Helper) somethin'
We can't stand the way you rap
Go 'head, tell 'em world
Nah, let me bring that point back
I'm not feelin' your delivery; epidural
Let it air, I give a fuck if the cops watch me, I'm not stoppin'
Torture, leave a Thousand Corpses; Rob Zombie
Drop bodies, whole squad grimy
A cold nigga, I lick a (liquor) shot in T(ea), it's a hot toddy
Do not try me
It'll be a hostile moment, Gun Line King for real for real, cause I pop opponents
Chopper loaded, go 'head drive up on this
We doin' drills, tools out, I hit Tuna's (tune a) car up, put these auto's on (Auto Zone) it
You ain't finna body no one
Your career goin' underneath
And you used NWX just for clout, you'se a fuckin' leach
You supposed to keep the structure together, not just up and leave
He ain't understand what stayin' in form meant (informant), and that's why you're (wire) goin' under T(ee)
Don't fuck wit' me, it's way different
Big ass Sig Sauer, the bench warmer, don't play nigga
Thang kickin', you gon' take three .9's like he got away wit' it...but he didn't get away wit' it
We wreck (Rex) shit off the chain nigga
Aye listen, you ain't kick no dirt
And you prolly get off some decent material if you don't choke first
On any stage I go work
But this setting fo' sho' worse
So you, gon' die in a small room clear, I'm Joe Goldberg
The pole burst, you knew what I was 'bout
Ruthless, what you gon' do when I bring shooters to ya house?
Ruger to ya scalp
Silencer, I point and air (ear), take this Tuna (tune a) nigga out
Big .9 clap, we can go eye for eye
You take one of mine, I'm gon' get right back
Your shit type wack
It's a difference when I spit my raps
Like I pull off the belt, put you in a box
When I slide through the machine kicks off
You think T'll say (TSA) some shit like that?
Kill yaself
This gon' get ruthless
We got Rum muthafuckin' Nitty vs Big T
AKA Big Tuna
This shit's stupid
But you can't tell him nothin', I'm finna bury cousin
Pull up, broad day on him, somethin' heavy clutchin'
Beretta bustin'
Pull a mil' (meal) out the box with the glove on
You gonna have to give Tuna help or (Helper) somethin'
We can't stand the way you rap
Go 'head, tell 'em world
Nah, let me bring that point back
I'm not feelin' your delivery; epidural
Let it air, I give a fuck if the cops watch me, I'm not stoppin'
Torture, leave a Thousand Corpses; Rob Zombie
Drop bodies, whole squad grimy
A cold nigga, I lick a (liquor) shot in T(ea), it's a hot toddy
Do not try me
It'll be a hostile moment, Gun Line King for real for real, cause I pop opponents
Chopper loaded, go 'head drive up on this
We doin' drills, tools out, I hit Tuna's (tune a) car up, put these auto's on (Auto Zone) it
You ain't finna body no one
Your career goin' underneath
And you used NWX just for clout, you'se a fuckin' leach
You supposed to keep the structure together, not just up and leave
He ain't understand what stayin' in form meant (informant), and that's why you're (wire) goin' under T(ee)
Don't fuck wit' me, it's way different
Big ass Sig Sauer, the bench warmer, don't play nigga
Thang kickin', you gon' take three .9's like he got away wit' it...but he didn't get away wit' it
We wreck (Rex) shit off the chain nigga
Aye listen, you ain't kick no dirt
And you prolly get off some decent material if you don't choke first
On any stage I go work
But this setting fo' sho' worse
So you, gon' die in a small room clear, I'm Joe Goldberg
The pole burst, you knew what I was 'bout
Ruthless, what you gon' do when I bring shooters to ya house?
Ruger to ya scalp
Silencer, I point and air (ear), take this Tuna (tune a) nigga out
Big .9 clap, we can go eye for eye
You take one of mine, I'm gon' get right back
Your shit type wack
It's a difference when I spit my raps
Like I pull off the belt, put you in a box
When I slide through the machine kicks off
You think T'll say (TSA) some shit like that?
Kill yaself
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