[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
You must've been drinking exclusive Vodka that whole night
Had the fans thinking ”damn, he drunk?”
I wasn't gonna bring up the fact you was throwing up
Cause that just shows you definitely can't handle Rum
I'm straight to it. n***a, jump off and get the side piece
Or walk up I'll squeeze three in a row; flight seats
Gun line King, I'll put Roc on the body count; Ice-T
But these three rounds for […] like YG
We both professionals, but you a pup, under twenty still
So watch me get a body off this pro teen, like it's Muscle Milk
Get cut for real, I'll empty the clip and bring the razor back
The knife on the K in fact; bayonet
I'll open the trunk and stuff your bae in that!
He nervous, as soon as that K shine he'll break a sweat
I'll let it sing while you're just kicking it
There's no escaping that!
n***as forever hating, I say f** it, let 'em hate then
Metal break them
Sit them down with the piece like meditating
Two weapons raising, the 40 chrome and the 9 black
I'll let one raise in a building like segregation
Blowing heavy smoke, full clip
One in the hand co*ked; Freddie Ross
I'll let it blow, these live rounds I spit
You either dive or these suicide from these now, just pick
Hed tried to slide out and sh**
Leg shot, the kid' knees failed… if you wanna die I'll a**ist
My whole team, we spaz. n***as see me flash
Be cool, k**er. I smack new n***as; PG cla**
You ga**ed, Nitty spit better, hella witty, sh** clever
Your big bro had to die first for this b**h to get set up
You ain't k**ing sh**, never. You got simple wit
A slave to my penmanship
Watch me black verse' a n***a like a Lilly Witch letter
We got into it, his team was tripping
I said ”cool, we can get it.”
I turned around, pulled a Calicoe and didn't see the b**hes
Next time you should watch your f**ing mouth in front of grown folks. Cause sh** can get deep
I'm talking real deep; Tone Lōc
.45, .357 — both smoke
I'm away from home, but cooking on the road; roach coach
I'll make your soul ghost, you don't know who you clashing wit
Nitty swing one arm in a battle; I'll do the Canibus
Then hit a bum with a machine, I'll do you bad as sh**
Your blood will pour on film; Pursuit of Happyness
They giving n***as 50k for a battle?
Somebody need to cut me a check
Cause I done put in work
I feel like I done earned enough of respect
Tell your fam go watch the battle at home
They gone be f**ing upset
I'ma bring a ladder, give you the final four
They gone wanna cut off the net!
You can't keep it real yourself
n***a, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide... k** yourself!
[Round 1: Chess]
Almighty, we still caking the f** up. When this round through wild dudes gone be waking the f** up
This true greatness…Wait! sh**! It's time to clean up
See, I'm a New York n***a. They got me battling this AZ f**
You know, I ain't trying to start no East Coast–West Coast beef, but… but Chess here to leave his back in Cali
See, I'ma make it big and make it back to the East, yup!
Now that was a bar from Chess. Was it my hardest? Yes
GOT EEM!!! But these nuts, he weak (?)
They get 21 like three weeks
Before I leave him in the sky, boxed
I'll make his nose bleed like the cheap seats
Your past battles seem sweet
But it won't be wrong to give me a clean sweep
Tired of how you not doze off, you making me sleep
Give it a rest, listening to n***as that he beat
I keep going, n***as that keep growing don't reach peaks
Before the clip, a sneak peek
His shirt got a Kool Aid stain and his jeans bleached
BOW, BOW!!! BANG, BANG!!! Waka Flocka, Chief Keef!
Please, let me speak. Just listen
For talking, on his a**, my sh** spitting. BOW!
When I pull it, bullets'll stick in him. BOW!
When I do it my can (?) I remove it by hand; I'm nitpicking
Let's make a deal: get loco, this 9 fix shins
That was crazy real, stash money, or get left over
Either way I'm trying to save a meal
BOW! Sit cool when I bang the steel
Or get two rounds in the back like training wheels
That shotty tucked in the leg…
Nah, that's how I gave DNA the k**
That .380 ill, it got me walking better like my ankle healed
Chill… Chess homi, s** body; I came to k**
Headshot, smoke […], his brains'll peel
Caps'll open his top, I gave his brain a pill. But gave his face a smile, this heat raining now, it ain't safe to grill… Chill!
I'm Chess, keep listening. No sneak dissing
Speak direct or die rect cause what I'm pointing is not to direct
I'll ride out on y'all set. Can Nitty ride back?
Yeah. But his brains got left, like John F's
I'll squeeze and buck it, like when the mop wet
Nah! I'll plant the shot, like a high step
My mindset? Just k**. So my mind set on getting him k**ed
He keep a long toy that'll open p**y… big deal
He gonna bang? Germ freak on the stain; he don't grip steel
The sh**'s real, I'm past cold
He'll get a dot for every bu*ton he push, like a pa**code
Give him slugs, like a boxer with hollows but mad slow (?)
Leave you hanging like your shoes when you sag low
The toy lit, but this sh** sliding out is what his a** hold
We used to tap toes, playing tag. Now we tag toes
AK's with the bananas out, air him out
It look like we made this f*g vault
We got mad bros and they light up your fitted. That's a gun to his cap, yo…but I'm the n***a with the mask on
One of his n***as'll die, left him sh**ty in a bag, yo
Nitty survived, but now he's sh**ting in a bag though
That's […], n***a, see how I come at you? If he rap, I unravel
Them two straps still hold two straps, my guns bag you
Fours in both hands, like a Rum battle
I'm dumb mad you didn't k** yourself with it
We're in the W, right? Well, he taking an L with him
Married to my gun; engaged to this Gauge
f** a ring, I put a shell in it
After noon, we can get him any time, 11:59 how the 12 hit him
Or, break his jaw
Have him speaking trough gla**, like a jail visit
They point at his head like, "they'll get it"
See how it's to make y'all think? (?)
Knowledge take you a long way, I let his brain fly deep
The headshot was unreal, like a fake ID
My gorillas catch him whipping it, they pop three
Let it clap, so when the monkeys on his back bullets HIV
Before you stepped to the King
You should've played with the pawns
"Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide…"
BOW! You was taking too long!