Rum Nitty - Chess vs Rum Nitty lyrics

[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!