[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
ATL what's happenin'? I'm back like I never left
We got Rum motherfuckin' Nitty...vers' the App King, AKA Jerry Wess
You ready cuz?
It's time to level up
Up here hype like you finally done made it
Nigga, Smack set you up
Desert dump, I done stretched several then killed hella chumps
So this gon' be a story about How The West (Wess) Was Won
Test ya luck
And I'll rob you, and whoever you runnin' wit'
Like, "Give up the shit
Do it before you die!" It's a bucket list
Untuck this bitch
When I wave her (waiver), check out the release for him (form)
He like, "I ain't sign up for this!"
I am not y'all clowns
Glock shot, ya top shot, chop shops found
Scope on it, he tryin' to haul off now
If this bitch Dash, I can this bitch Wess (West) through the machine
I'll make you 'All Fall Down'
Did it dawn on you? That maybe you wasn't ready yet?
That's why Smack ain't put you 'round killers
Doin' all this credit card fraud, you should've took that into account nigga
Down bitches
Don't fold up, it's a pole tuck
It don't take much for the K to come out on you, no bluff
Smoke cuz
Put a hole in his center he'll fold up
Soon as they told me I had Wess (West), Atlanta, you knew I was on (Zone) one
Every. Fuckin'. Bar!
Aye, we don't play games
You was damn near cryin' to Smack to get a bigger plate, lame
Sobbin'
And we can tell by them (bottom) tears (tiers) you wasn't ready for the main stage
It's over fam'
Who in here got Jerry winnin' by a show of hands
A couple niggas
A few people online promotin' this pussy, that's his only fans (OnlyFans)
Unload the can', he 'fo sho' will get the business, no evidence
I brought them bodies in the ocean when I kill them
He go in Atlantic
He go in the Artic floatin' with the fishes
So you should know when it's time for the Wess (west), he goes in the Pacific
I'll quick kill him
It's not gon' be long
Smack had to put me up on this Caffeine shit, I'm hard to sleep on
We three strong
Show you what the set 'bout
.9 buck, then we line up sheets for you; a thread count
I should leave you red, right?
Nah, I blew (blue) the whole F out
Reload
When the clip get low go switch it, and take Jerry Wess out
I dawg (dog) shit critically
You don't at all put fear in me
This ain't talk, this physically
And I keep the same energy the whole time...flawless victory
Little heat
Nah, knife work, gut you easy
Split you straight to the white meat underneath it, cut you deeply
They stitchin' up ya flesh and puttin' staples on the Wess (west) like Rum and Geechi
Fuck he talkin' to?
I can spit three bars for you and wipe you out like a dry erase board, I'm remarkable (re-markable)
It's gon' get dark for you, let me show you these steps
This is not a race, this a marathon, keep control of yo' breath
I mean, don't get up here thinkin' this shit NASCAR, cause it can only go left
You know we gon' rep, 'til I'm done wit' it
Treat the game like a rip in a pair of stockings; runnin' (run in) it
Big ass blade what ya son'll get
First I'ma split the pro seeds (proceeds), then I'ma cut you in
You be usin' a lotta assistance in yo' rounds, I even threw you a lil' help
Now it's time for you to prove to us you can get that same reaction when you do the shit yoself
Now do this shit yoself
ATL what's happenin'? I'm back like I never left
We got Rum motherfuckin' Nitty...vers' the App King, AKA Jerry Wess
You ready cuz?
It's time to level up
Up here hype like you finally done made it
Nigga, Smack set you up
Desert dump, I done stretched several then killed hella chumps
So this gon' be a story about How The West (Wess) Was Won
Test ya luck
And I'll rob you, and whoever you runnin' wit'
Like, "Give up the shit
Do it before you die!" It's a bucket list
Untuck this bitch
When I wave her (waiver), check out the release for him (form)
He like, "I ain't sign up for this!"
I am not y'all clowns
Glock shot, ya top shot, chop shops found
Scope on it, he tryin' to haul off now
If this bitch Dash, I can this bitch Wess (West) through the machine
I'll make you 'All Fall Down'
Did it dawn on you? That maybe you wasn't ready yet?
That's why Smack ain't put you 'round killers
Doin' all this credit card fraud, you should've took that into account nigga
Down bitches
Don't fold up, it's a pole tuck
It don't take much for the K to come out on you, no bluff
Smoke cuz
Put a hole in his center he'll fold up
Soon as they told me I had Wess (West), Atlanta, you knew I was on (Zone) one
Every. Fuckin'. Bar!
Aye, we don't play games
You was damn near cryin' to Smack to get a bigger plate, lame
Sobbin'
And we can tell by them (bottom) tears (tiers) you wasn't ready for the main stage
It's over fam'
Who in here got Jerry winnin' by a show of hands
A couple niggas
A few people online promotin' this pussy, that's his only fans (OnlyFans)
Unload the can', he 'fo sho' will get the business, no evidence
I brought them bodies in the ocean when I kill them
He go in Atlantic
He go in the Artic floatin' with the fishes
So you should know when it's time for the Wess (west), he goes in the Pacific
I'll quick kill him
It's not gon' be long
Smack had to put me up on this Caffeine shit, I'm hard to sleep on
We three strong
Show you what the set 'bout
.9 buck, then we line up sheets for you; a thread count
I should leave you red, right?
Nah, I blew (blue) the whole F out
Reload
When the clip get low go switch it, and take Jerry Wess out
I dawg (dog) shit critically
You don't at all put fear in me
This ain't talk, this physically
And I keep the same energy the whole time...flawless victory
Little heat
Nah, knife work, gut you easy
Split you straight to the white meat underneath it, cut you deeply
They stitchin' up ya flesh and puttin' staples on the Wess (west) like Rum and Geechi
Fuck he talkin' to?
I can spit three bars for you and wipe you out like a dry erase board, I'm remarkable (re-markable)
It's gon' get dark for you, let me show you these steps
This is not a race, this a marathon, keep control of yo' breath
I mean, don't get up here thinkin' this shit NASCAR, cause it can only go left
You know we gon' rep, 'til I'm done wit' it
Treat the game like a rip in a pair of stockings; runnin' (run in) it
Big ass blade what ya son'll get
First I'ma split the pro seeds (proceeds), then I'ma cut you in
You be usin' a lotta assistance in yo' rounds, I even threw you a lil' help
Now it's time for you to prove to us you can get that same reaction when you do the shit yoself
Now do this shit yoself
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