[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Ayy, this .40 a lighter
It’s gon’ be a funeral service: totally quiet
Before they put him in the dirt first, it’s gon’ sound like a Twork verse… moment of silence
Bitch you done done
We got Rum muthafuckin’ Nitty vers’ Lance, a.k.a. Nunn Nunn
Off the rip, believe he dyin’
Clean sweep, three-peat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin’
They say the Alien be sittin’ on bars, like E.T. ridin’
Just one round and nothin’ else for this bum
You gotta think, if I’m top rank, why would I give a second to Nunn (none)
Weapon’ll dump, stick is out
Lеt it off, don’t even stick around
But in the bag, thе way Nunn (none) left, soon as I emptied out
Bitch get out
You finna get killed this evenin’
All I need for you is to give a reason
The steel, I squeeze it
Put it right up top by yo’ (bio) shit, soon as you try to click, you gon’ find out we’re delinquent (where the link went)
Killer season
You bitch made
I swing and your chin break
You gon’ line it up wit’ who? You wouldn’t even attempt (a temp) fade
Big trays
You gon’ see the heat blast
When he pass, they gon’ slide on the repass
I ain’t even pay ‘em to kill yo’ weak ass
On the strength of me, they gon’ put in work anywhere… for free, Lance (freelance)
He trash
I’m finna do a faggot dirty
Get low, ‘bout to clap the .30
Squat, push up, jump out: that’s a burpee
‘Matic burstin’
Accurate, perfect
The bucks he caught in (cotton) his head: it’s taxidermy
We be thirsty
Nigga fuck yo’ battle rap group and nigga fuck yo’ life
Cuz the type that’ll really chuck ‘em, right?
I mean we scrap, so don’t give no feedback (feed back), or I’ma give Hunger strikes
Nothin’ nice
You finna get smoked, y’all think this nigga lit, bro?
Whole career a fuckin’ joke, even spell his name wit’ a N-U-N though (innuendo)
Big fo’s
I get to shootin’ ‘til you hear that sound when it empty, fam'
*Click, click* it’s like I’m this nigga fan
I see Nunn Nunn, I click; I’m a simple man
[?] in the van
We really strapped for war
I’ll clap the boy
You bring yo’ bitch witchu on stage too (2), Nunn, I’ll give her ass a 4 (ASA IV)
That was hard
Somethin’ you’ll prolly get later
Inf’ laser
I slide up and point if I get the Temptation
Won’t take long, just sit patient
I’m finna drop Nunn (none) in no time, like a bench player
Shit crazy
If I hear you the man in yo’ town, we in yo’ crib like, “Where the money?”
Ransackin’ yo’ house
Tell the truth or it’s about to go down
Last try, Lance lied (Landslide) and caught a Calicoe round
Tool shoot
Point blank, moonroof
They say, “Finish him”, I’m fin’ to
So the bullets that go in you, end you (N-U-N-U): that’s Nunu
Remove dude
Wilson, North Carolina where this nigga stay
Liftin’ Ks
He not there, we gon’ slide a different day
Goin’ back to Wilson, like the NBA
This nigga fake
I gotta get rid of another problem
Blade cut him properly
You’ll see his buck 50 split: that’s Rum and Gotti
Who wanna try me?
You gon’ get yo’ ass kicked
They gon’ say you lost on the internet, fans quit
They might demote him (the modem), I’m not the one he should be on BANNED with (bandwidth)
Strap lift
You want war, try me
Y’all think he’ll win if the boy fight me?
Stomp him out: give Nunn Chucks (num-chuks), and that’s more likely (like Lee)
Grimy
You can’t keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I do the job, you decide
Ayy, this .40 a lighter
It’s gon’ be a funeral service: totally quiet
Before they put him in the dirt first, it’s gon’ sound like a Twork verse… moment of silence
Bitch you done done
We got Rum muthafuckin’ Nitty vers’ Lance, a.k.a. Nunn Nunn
Off the rip, believe he dyin’
Clean sweep, three-peat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin’
They say the Alien be sittin’ on bars, like E.T. ridin’
Just one round and nothin’ else for this bum
You gotta think, if I’m top rank, why would I give a second to Nunn (none)
Weapon’ll dump, stick is out
Lеt it off, don’t even stick around
But in the bag, thе way Nunn (none) left, soon as I emptied out
Bitch get out
You finna get killed this evenin’
All I need for you is to give a reason
The steel, I squeeze it
Put it right up top by yo’ (bio) shit, soon as you try to click, you gon’ find out we’re delinquent (where the link went)
Killer season
You bitch made
I swing and your chin break
You gon’ line it up wit’ who? You wouldn’t even attempt (a temp) fade
Big trays
You gon’ see the heat blast
When he pass, they gon’ slide on the repass
I ain’t even pay ‘em to kill yo’ weak ass
On the strength of me, they gon’ put in work anywhere… for free, Lance (freelance)
He trash
I’m finna do a faggot dirty
Get low, ‘bout to clap the .30
Squat, push up, jump out: that’s a burpee
‘Matic burstin’
Accurate, perfect
The bucks he caught in (cotton) his head: it’s taxidermy
We be thirsty
Nigga fuck yo’ battle rap group and nigga fuck yo’ life
Cuz the type that’ll really chuck ‘em, right?
I mean we scrap, so don’t give no feedback (feed back), or I’ma give Hunger strikes
Nothin’ nice
You finna get smoked, y’all think this nigga lit, bro?
Whole career a fuckin’ joke, even spell his name wit’ a N-U-N though (innuendo)
Big fo’s
I get to shootin’ ‘til you hear that sound when it empty, fam'
*Click, click* it’s like I’m this nigga fan
I see Nunn Nunn, I click; I’m a simple man
[?] in the van
We really strapped for war
I’ll clap the boy
You bring yo’ bitch witchu on stage too (2), Nunn, I’ll give her ass a 4 (ASA IV)
That was hard
Somethin’ you’ll prolly get later
Inf’ laser
I slide up and point if I get the Temptation
Won’t take long, just sit patient
I’m finna drop Nunn (none) in no time, like a bench player
Shit crazy
If I hear you the man in yo’ town, we in yo’ crib like, “Where the money?”
Ransackin’ yo’ house
Tell the truth or it’s about to go down
Last try, Lance lied (Landslide) and caught a Calicoe round
Tool shoot
Point blank, moonroof
They say, “Finish him”, I’m fin’ to
So the bullets that go in you, end you (N-U-N-U): that’s Nunu
Remove dude
Wilson, North Carolina where this nigga stay
Liftin’ Ks
He not there, we gon’ slide a different day
Goin’ back to Wilson, like the NBA
This nigga fake
I gotta get rid of another problem
Blade cut him properly
You’ll see his buck 50 split: that’s Rum and Gotti
Who wanna try me?
You gon’ get yo’ ass kicked
They gon’ say you lost on the internet, fans quit
They might demote him (the modem), I’m not the one he should be on BANNED with (bandwidth)
Strap lift
You want war, try me
Y’all think he’ll win if the boy fight me?
Stomp him out: give Nunn Chucks (num-chuks), and that’s more likely (like Lee)
Grimy
You can’t keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I do the job, you decide
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