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Rum Nitty vs. Jerry Wess
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ATL what's happenin'? I'm back like I never left We got Rum motherf**kin' 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***a, Smack set you up Desert dump, I done stretched [?] 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' with Like, "Give up the sh*t Do it before you die!" It's a bucket list Untuck this b*t*h 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*t*h Dash, I can this b*t*h 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't all this credit card fraud, you should've took that into account n***a Down b*t*h 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**kin'. 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***as A few people online promotin' this pu**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 killed 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, got 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**k he talkin' to? I can spit three bars for you and wipe you out like a dry erase board, I'm remarkable 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 I said yo 2020 is my year, last time I was too humble This time they f**ked around and gave the kid Rum like that cool uncle n***as tried to give me advice, but the place I'm in, far more darker f**k 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*t*h, 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***as 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***as 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'll get shot, not punched, I'm in the zone b*t*h 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*t*h'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 dissin'? Leg shot, this Crip shin (description) f**ked up, like a drunk witness Gun Line King, one call, my n***a send in that banger They say, "Rum type vicious" that's cause he's an internet gangster I'll let you win the 2nd 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 with 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 You the worst, shoot him with Danny gun Bullet's goin' all to Nit' (alternate); parallel universe n***as said he got punked on live Likely it was gettin' gory 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***a I'll put ya attic to the basement, I'm comin' up wit' somethin' I just thought of this n***a it's in the car, don't think just cause I'm talkin' gats I'm frontin' My trunk [?], just know if I go there I'm comin' back wit' somethin' Close range, open fire, let 10 [?] face shot; Coronavirus His chin got it, the TEC blow, your set know f**k am I still rappin' for? This n***a was dead when I said, "Yo" Let's f**kin' go 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***as, 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***a, I'm job huntin' Yo' career remind n***as of Kanye mom dummy Cause you survived when they gave Da Don the (Donda) West (Wess) But it didn't work right on chest, and you died from it I'ma molly wop him, you don't got an option You that n***a? 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***a 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 lose a tooth on it Play it cautious This a game where n***as 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 Look, 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 11:00 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', 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's end if I put this silencer on it Clap rounds You better back down That sh*t known for one thing (Baow) 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]
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