Rum Nitty vs. Jerry Wess lyrics

[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
ATL what's happenin'? I'm back like I never left
We got Rum motherf*ckin' 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
n*gga, 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 sh*t
Do it before you die!" It's a bucket list
Untuck this b*tch
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 b*tch Dash, I can this b*tch 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 n*gga
Down b*tches
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. f*ckin'. 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 n*ggas
A few people online promotin' this pus*y, 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 sh*t, 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) sh*t 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
f*ck 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 sh*t 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 sh*t yoself
Now do this sh*t yoself
[Round 1: Jerry Wess]
\2020 is my year, last time I was too humble
This time they f*cked around and gave the kid Rum like that cool uncle
n*ggas tried to give me advice, but the place I'm in, far more darker
f*ck the rules, I made my own plan Nit' (planet), I'm Star-Lord father
You comin' with all punches? Well that's a bad choice then
I know there's nothin' new 'bout this b*tch, I'm a bad boyfriend
Approach me with the hands, your skull will hit the pavement
You should dare be afraid, Harvey Dent
I'll flip a Quarter, he land on his head either way
John told me, "Only n*ggas with the app'll (Apple) Watch"
That ain't fair god
No matter the stage I'ma air y'all
Just cause y'all Smack gunners, don't think I won't spare, y'all
n*ggas will die
One at a time; Air Pods
AK over the shoulder, I'm so mean
Chopper on the strap, like a dope fiend
You get shot, not punched, I'm in the zone b*tch
Why let the chrome spit?
Roc in his face; NOME 6
Suicide? Nah, I'll do the job, let the heaters spark
Six feet? He gonna be in a suit underneath; Peter Parker
Ya b*tch'll give me head, with no clothes
I usually dawg groupies
She came over swallowing Naked: she loves smoothies
You rep' the 4th? I'll keep it tucked for a Quarter
Canadian coin, you gon' see this buck on a Quarter
He talk gang sh*t 'til I shoot
Y'all think son vicious?
Leg shot, this Crip shin (description) f*cked up, like a drunk witness
Gun Line King, one call, my n*gga send in that banger
They say, "Rum type vicious" that's cause he's an internet gangster
I'll let you win the second round just to be funny, you should back out now
Give him a round between two L's so we can laugh out lo-
Even if he wit' his kids I'm on site airin'
Kill his 9 year old, he won't even get to be 10 (beatin') like white parents
Send the location, where ever he be, on God he dead
Nah, shoot him, let Geechi catch him, he gon' be on Gotti; dead
I catch Rum, swimmin' in the hotel, I move smooth with the blicker
Headshot, Kendrick Lamar, now it's a pool full of liquor
12 with a mil', which one should I use? I can't decide
Then I figure two parent home, it's easier to raise the .9
You were revered for your bars, categorized as "so fire"
My style demonic, my pen is from Hell; Ghost Rider (writer)
If I kill you, you gon' be mad as hell
Do the worst, shoot him with Danny gun
Bullet's goin' all to Nit' (alternate); Parallel Universe
n*ggas said he got punked on live
Likely it was gettin' gory
But every time I ask how he got pressed on IG, it's a different story
They was yellin' "World Star!", you know son ran
Paranormal Activity He got ghost on cam'
Get too close to this .38, your soul leave you
I got this long nose here (hair) like old people
But didn't you grab the nose for Ill "comin' down wit' somethin'"?
That was some retarded sh*t
n*gga I'll hit ya attic from the basement, I'm comin' up wit' somethin'
I just thought of this
n*gga it's in the car, don't think just cause I'm talkin' gats I'm frontin'
My trunk China, just know if I go there I'm comin' back wit' somethin'
Close range, open fire, let 10 dot it
Face shot, Coronavirus; his Chin got it
The TEC blow, your set know
f*ck am I still rappin' for? This n*gga was dead when I said, "Yo"
Let's f*ckin' go
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Aye, you better play it cool you'll get popped
Slide through we keep Glocks
He said somethin' 'bout "pool fulla liquor"
Well up top where the baby sittin', only two or three shots
I suggest you just keep it rap or you can really die on 3's
So if you diggin' up any kind of fake personals, that sh*t ain't finna slide or reach
If I hear any false accusations, this .45 gon' squeeze
I put a hole in Wess' side (westside) for tellin' all lies ('Eyez) On Me'
Aye, I used to rob n*ggas, pull a strap if I need that
You'll lose everything if I go back to my old ways; factory reset
Go 'head, try me like you stupid
Wess wanted to catch wreck and got his jaw broke
And that's why you're (wire) goin' through it
We on it, we all can't be highest in the league scoring
Know your position
You ain't never gonna sneak ahead (sneaker head) thinkin' everybody on the team Jordan
My whole side run it, you do not want it
Get this work
I knock all the feelin' (filling) out this app' n*gga, I'm job huntin'
Yo' career remind n*ggas of Kanye mom dummy
Cause you survived when they gave Da Don the (Donda) West (Wess)
But it didn't work right on chest (Chess), and you died from it
I'ma molly wop him, you don't got an option
You that n*gga?
Not a problem
I'm known for out barring killers; Johnnie Cochran
Box him
You 'bout to get all the smoke
The fans yellin'
(Get off the ropes!)
Oh you came with your J's laced, huh?
I aim straight
Put the .8 over his eye, hit his game face up
I'm up early in the A.M., this K may dump
Searchin', I'm tryin' to catch an op' early like Dwyane Wade's son
Aye, we don't play fo' sho'
It'll be static soon as you start like the old HBO
I'm the truth in the verse, you are now watchin' a 4th Quarter n*gga put you on a shirt
We both gotta die eventually, that's just the rules of this earth
But just know when this Quarter flip on you, you goin' first
Learn a lesson from Nitty
Think Graduation versus Curtis, I drop Wess (West) with the .50 (50)
Who want it?
Move on 'em
Watch yo' mouth on the stage or it's Kevin Gates, you'll really really lose a tooth on it
Play it cautious
This a game where n*ggas don't make it often
A game where you really gotta put in the ground work, you still might not make it off it
But the way he talkin', you'll think Smack really hatin' on him
But the owners would even skip your name in the small leagues, you Rafer Alston
Off him, you ain't helpin' my stock
So I should rob you for whatever you got
I'm on that time
And I'm at least gonna get a check out (checkout) of Wess end (Westin); it's 11 o'clock
I'm way up above yo
Cuz will crush you
Puttin' non-stop punches together; bloody knuckles
He was talkin' crazy like he wanted trouble
That's why I'ma put you six feet (6') with this .5 for (5'4"); Rum and Hustle
The gun'll buck you
I'm the active type
I just went and copped me somethin', with some flashin' lights
I pull the 12 and sh*t get red (read) to me like Miranda Rights
Body opponents, this .9'll be on him
Everybody's screwed on Wess' end if I put this silencer on it
Clap rounds
You better back down
That sh*t known for one thing......
That sound!
Aye he dead Smack
Why you let him do it?
Sit him down in the chair, electrocute him
You gon' get exactly what you was askin' for...an execution
[Round 2: Jerry Wess]
So y'all think cause I'm battlin' Rum I'ma play?
Why would I slack fam'?
They been tellin' me
(Go at 'em Wess!) (Adam West)
Original Batman
Ain't no sugar in this sh*t
It's me again
They got me battlin' a n*gga from Arizona?
I'm spittin' out Tea again
I catch him in church, spray the steel
Interrupt the service, he ain't pay the bill
I shot at him, his brother, his cousins, the sh*t seem odd now
They said, "A family that pray together stay together."
Facts
They with God now!
Calm down
The sh*t I'm tuckin', the smack down fifth; large pound
n*gga I heard you fought an op' and beat his ass, tellin' him, "Don't touch me."
sh*t, if I was the one that fought you Nit' (fortunate) you wouldn't have been so lucky
Off the rip, tell him like ya boy clip, "Get the bread"
Where I'ma shoot him? Imaginary friend, in his head
Ain't ya mans The Poet?
I pay a crackhead cheap to get you and ya friend slumped, line him and KG
Have a fiend roll a (of) Quarters for ten bucks
You not royal
n*ggas claim they ruler
Nah, put an end to they throne
Stiff jab, give you a (k)not king like Scar when Simba came home
n*gga, ya b*tch used to be my hoe
She was a groupie, then a stalker, I kinda miss the head
She actually was the best whore Nit' (hornet); Kimba Walker
But she ran off on the plug, so her debt, quite enormous
She mines now
I own the whore Nit'; Michael Jordan
The pump put ya kid in the air
Took him off his feet when I pop son
They say it take a village to raise a child, shh, I use the shotgun
I told my shooter, "Be on site for this Crip n*gga."
Put a split in his hoodie
He wore all blue
And the way that son (sun) dress made it easy to get to this pus*y
I ain't wanna kill him, this the kinda battle he could've curved now
But he dead
Now Geechi gotta rap about you in his third rounds
I'm the plug, don't even speak to customers when it's light business
No words, just noddin' a n*gga...like dyke b*tches
If he see me bangin' his chick in the whip, he gon' be highly p*ssed
Windows up, hands on the glass
Sound like we f*ckin' to Roddy Rich
But then we pull off
He prolly gon' hit our phone with a cry for insanity
I told, "If he call, just IG Nit' (ignant)", like the ratchet side of our family
Then she got mad, "I feel sad", so I backed out the grip
She got scared, tried to back out the whip
She started runnin' instead of duckin', I let the lead bust her
The last thing she heard was "Bye Nit" (bonnet), she should've had her head covered
n*gga I will kill you, you gon' be in the dirt
When the Sig' speak, get drug
Leave King Pen down for thinkin' he's Big Meech
n*gga I'll shovel your grave myself, sh*t a workout gettin' to six feet
It literally, took everything in me, I had to dig deep
Bars, performance, aggression
n*gga, I had to really be hot to f*ck with son
Liquor before high school prom
I had to mix it up then try to punch wit' Rum
I'm not denyin' you Crip, just stop sayin' you got the grip son
Be honest
Figured you'd keep it tall b*tch...since you wit' one
[?] god, he know the vibe, I'm not finna struggle
Funny he the one tellin' me to stop scammin'
But he the one knockin' the Hustle
I'ma kill you

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
I'm 'bout to hit this n*gga wit' a big gun
And this sh*t gon' get real ugly b*tch, since you wit' one
So, so, so, you callin' yourself "Main Stage Jerry" now?
n*gga, this was a favor that the homie needed
Plus I said I'd give you a shot
So don't let where Jerry at trick you (geriatric), this is somethin' we owed the (older) people
Smack did you wrong
I mean, you gotta deal with the good, the bad, the ugly when he puts you on
Because all Wess turn (western) was a tombstone, this somethin' you not built fo'
Can get killed fo'
Keep talkin' then the steel'll (steal a) show Jerry; I'm Steve Wilkos
More potent
For sure totin'
Scope, I'll line you up through the cross hair, I'm cornrowing
This sh*t different
This n*gga nice but I just don't know what it is wit' him
Rest in peace to James Avery the Phil (feel) missin'
You owe me and you pay me, I'll let you live n*gga
But I'm puttin' whoever did it through Hell; Bill Clinton
Steel clickin', it's a rare homi
I run through e'rybody
Blowin' out the whole game; like air hockey

{Crowd starts chanting "Get off the ropes"}

Headshot him, send you somethin' foul (file) from a MAC, and everything I air droppin'
You not flockin', you be on that credit card fraud I see
Tryin' to be Rich & Famous, you a common thief
And you gon' die tryin' to rob and leech (Robin Leach)
Chopper squeeze, whole clip to the head, you gon' die grimy
Hold it the high way (highway), put it to the east of Wess (west), give ya eye (I)-90
Try me
I shoot a clown in the face, I got rare aim
Win with the plan and stuff, animals come out
Then he gets surprised, but it's fair game
Steel reign, my goons don't play
Fly through 4K's
Put one in his Backbone, I'm still buckin' like '5 Duce-4 Tre'
We not the same, you just mimic what I do
But I do it better, you done put a real name next to the actor; movie credits
Toolie stretch him, ya sh*t split
Now you got big drip, that's a Coogi sweater
Either the Beretta or the .38 will cook dawg
Ya face get took off
I'll let it kick with one finger, we playin' paper football
Aye, yo' style? Hella basic
I'm never hatin'
But 70% watered down
And only 30% land
I'm just tryin' to give ya G a logical (geological) explanation
Death is waitin'
You must be tired of livin'
It's a compact inside the denim
I'll pull out the baby with the rubber grip; Brian Williams
And I smoke b*tches
Long as I get paid and they repeatin' what I say
I met my quota n*gga
Time

[Round 3: Jerry Wess]
Any violence in the culture, Smack ain't condonin' that
If I lose my composure, Caffeine will be a waste and ain't no goin' back
If I shoot him twice and cut him on footage, well, cop'll get a hold of that
Meanin' if I double click and swipe left, they gon' have to close the app'
See n*ggas slept on the app', 'til they realized they could get they pay up
Then the Drake stuff
So yeah, n*ggas needed Caffeine to wake up
I still got haters to this day, here's where this sh*t stops
He said versus Chess I died
But I didn't; Rick Fox
n*gga we could fight, I like scuffles
Say the wrong thing I might snuff you
Big blade, let a knife cut you
Carve out his spine 'til it's (k)not in his back like a tight muscle
This lil' .9? Bad ass hell, zoom past you
Got it under his chin, the tools blast you
Put his tissues on the ceiling, we's f*ckin' up the school bathroom
n*gga I accepted Nitty cause I want all the smoke
To take so many punches the fans yellin'
(Get off the ropes)
n*gga you can miss me with that slogan, I hold a lot of substance
Mohammad Ali, why get off the ropes if I can dodge the punches?
Gun butt, impair his vision, trust ya boy lost
Next the Glock coma (Glaucoma) and his eye (I) go first like, "f*ck the coin toss"
n*gga I'm killin' Nitty, cause of you
You off from the funeral?
Is you payin' for it?
Shoot 'til his blood spill
Funny how Rum on me but you payin' for it
I'ma kill you
I'ma hurt you, on some gang sh*t
Ask what'll happen n*gga, I will snap yo' neck, that's what's crackin' n*gga
I will put yo' little daughter in the scope
Nah, that'll leave me very- f*cking- scarred
I hope she go to jungle gym, trip, and hit Every Fuccin' Bar
n*gga I will fire on you like a crazy ex, blazin' TECs
Watch you burn Nit', turn into ashes
Like you born with a silver spoon, you ain't even gotta earn it (urn Nit')
If he shoot, I take his grip
You ain't gotta guess
This n*gga air and (Aaron) got robbed like the dunk contest
Wait, the culture said I'ma die
With the fans I couldn't seem to reason
But the fans Inception
Even in they dreams they sleepin'
I'm Leonardo DiCaprio, I murder fam'
You're f*ckin' wildin'
I been a villain this whole time
I had to find myself; Shutter Island
And when I go against a fan favorite, y'all try reroutin' me
Tellin' me all I gotta do is hang
Oh I'ma hang...all you motherf*ckas that keep doubtin' me
He get close, I take his jewels [?] testin' me
Go at him Wess, I feel like Batman, robbin' (Robin) the n*gga next to me
You had one job, don't be a target
You know that
Headshot, Walmart in his eyes, they roll back
Playboy, ex marks the spot when these TECs come
"Ain't he on Bars Of The Month?"
BANG! You won't be on the next one
I catch him, low key-
He won't be on the next one
I got the drop him, with the damn heat
n*gga can't speak
Then Rum froze, I thought liquor can't freeze
But earlier, earlier, didn't he expect somethin'?
In the background? But the silencer known for one thing
....
That sound
n*gga these shots for n*ggas reppin' the Quart'
Soon as I blast that Quarters droppin'
But it sound like I hit his Cash App
n*gga I will shoot you through the windshield
Clip'll blast
After I get the toast of Rum, we hit the glass
n*gga this is my f*ckin' spot!
They made me wait years for that
Rum, hit the glass? I was supposed to get cheers for that
I will kill you
It's Mr. It Is Not Fair
I was top tier before I got here
Time