[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Alright, what's poppin' brody?
Now that we got Av' recordin', I'ma keep it real
For the next 12 or somethin' minutes, you are not the homie
Let's get it then, it's gon' get interestin'
Cause y'all lookin' around like it ain't no crowd
I'm lookin' around like it ain't no witnesses
Lookin' for him, finna kill a bitch
Leave your head on ice, your body droppin'
If you don't wanna be rottin', Dot calm (Rotten.com) it down
Cause you'll be dead on sight (site)
Empty out lead all night
Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' me
It's gonna take more than that black power fist for you to punch with Nitty
Up the milli
Put a bitch in the bag, you ain't like that
Niggas doin' shit just for the cam'
I'm from the era where your moms mom will make you go pick a switch with ya hands
I ain't never pull out sticks for the 'Gram
This who I am
I spaz wild, still I'm careful with the delivery, it's fragile
Clap rounds, man I'll spin on this whole car
Push it to the limit with the max (MAC's) out
Back down or run scared
This shit is unfair
We gon' make it a cliffhanger...cause it's up there and it's stuck there
Guns here, we keep a pistol
Pull up where you be with killers
You'll get broke down, tore up
Whoever trip'll lay (Triple A) out in the streets, you gon' need assistance
And Jesus wit' 'em, mini MAC burst
Baow, send you backwards
I'm the type that'll put Dot in a box, it's a hidden password
Get you bagged first
Hoe nigga, no feelings
Shit'll get ugly for a bitch; no filter
Go kill him
Chest shot, Dot on the spot like Pulp Fiction
Pole lift and ya melon bust, stretchin' cuz
It don't stop after Dot like etcetera
Set it up, squeeze the heat, you see a piece
But ain't no lettin' up, we about whatever cuz
Eager to clap
If I can't get to you, then I'll try a sleezier tact'
Have my bitches drop your location and tell 'em swing where they at
Stupid nigga thinkin' he's finna menage (Minaj), now B's ('Beez) In The Trap'
Now clap
Alright, what's poppin' brody?
Now that we got Av' recordin', I'ma keep it real
For the next 12 or somethin' minutes, you are not the homie
Let's get it then, it's gon' get interestin'
Cause y'all lookin' around like it ain't no crowd
I'm lookin' around like it ain't no witnesses
Lookin' for him, finna kill a bitch
Leave your head on ice, your body droppin'
If you don't wanna be rottin', Dot calm (Rotten.com) it down
Cause you'll be dead on sight (site)
Empty out lead all night
Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' me
It's gonna take more than that black power fist for you to punch with Nitty
Up the milli
Put a bitch in the bag, you ain't like that
Niggas doin' shit just for the cam'
I'm from the era where your moms mom will make you go pick a switch with ya hands
I ain't never pull out sticks for the 'Gram
This who I am
I spaz wild, still I'm careful with the delivery, it's fragile
Clap rounds, man I'll spin on this whole car
Push it to the limit with the max (MAC's) out
Back down or run scared
This shit is unfair
We gon' make it a cliffhanger...cause it's up there and it's stuck there
Guns here, we keep a pistol
Pull up where you be with killers
You'll get broke down, tore up
Whoever trip'll lay (Triple A) out in the streets, you gon' need assistance
And Jesus wit' 'em, mini MAC burst
Baow, send you backwards
I'm the type that'll put Dot in a box, it's a hidden password
Get you bagged first
Hoe nigga, no feelings
Shit'll get ugly for a bitch; no filter
Go kill him
Chest shot, Dot on the spot like Pulp Fiction
Pole lift and ya melon bust, stretchin' cuz
It don't stop after Dot like etcetera
Set it up, squeeze the heat, you see a piece
But ain't no lettin' up, we about whatever cuz
Eager to clap
If I can't get to you, then I'll try a sleezier tact'
Have my bitches drop your location and tell 'em swing where they at
Stupid nigga thinkin' he's finna menage (Minaj), now B's ('Beez) In The Trap'
Now clap
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