CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Rum Nitty vs. Serius Jones
Wait in the trap
The dope? Brick by brick
If you hatin' then [?]
Cause everybody know now, I'ma pull out that Big(g) K over Smack
JK, just killin'
The GOAT ain't kiddin', get rich quick it ain't only fans that do you bad baby (Bhad Bhabie)
But catch me outside, I'll grip the cold steel
Put your head up against your car tire
Since they say I hold b*t*hes against they own will (wheel)
Comin' to my cell, with they cells, showin' me y'all blogs
That's how I had the guards on the tier
And y'all out here talkin' 'bout, "Who God tier?"
n***a I was a god on the tear
Now this a contest? With 16, [?]
And this my first event, I was innocent
But when I beat this b*t*h, on stage for my money, I'ma show y'all what Ike Turner meant (tournament)
Y'all been sleepin', it's time to wake 'em up
OD'ing on Caffeine and Rum, like Kahlúa
Get upset and testing (intestine) the baow movin' (bowel movement)
Them easy name flips without a crowd, useless
They say, "This up. Nitty gritty", well let's get down to it
Cause this ain't you and I vers' city (university)
You ain't gotta be ivy league to add up this con L's
Versus Jones with, one?
Everybody prolly said, "Rum gon' take these shots to the head."
But nah, I got Ill Will for Nitty
That means I'm a Yak ('Gnac) n***a with Homi's
Yeah you in that mix but all we get is a punch with Rum
You wanna live my life, let's keep it gangsta
I'ma be Frank, Nitty
I see Jake in you
State Farm Commercial, cause all you do is flip names
But look at what you named yourself; Rum
But you givin' cheap shots
So you know Every Bar gon' serve you
You tryin' to give us over proof
Throw it up then choke
Cause Rum ain't made for takin' shots
I know it's rough on the palette, is that why you go down easy?
They said, "Rum on the rocks" but my ties (mai tais); marv'
He molasses slow, run him over
Or give him a limp he ain't proud of, that's Suge or (sugar) 'caine (cane)
What? I gotta explain?
I know what Rum is really made out of
I draw down, on the fastest gun on the west
Cause a vets gun's faster
He try to creep up from behind and book me?
It was a murder, I read Rum (redrum) backwards
We know!
Nitty got more gun lines than a Texas pawn shop
He got [?] six [?] Glocks with long stocks, man stop brother
We know you worked at Wal-Mart in the stock room
This is literally a MAC vs. a boxcutter
You put slavin' over C'ing (overseeing) in the field, n***a
Well it's 'bout time, you ain't got no job if you really put work in
If you do and you proud, fine
Then the beef back; cow spine
Creep up on him on his down time
Tap into the inner calm (intercom) then baow, do him dirty, "Clean up on aisle 9!"
I thought I wasn't even gonna be breathing free again
Cause though it's Rum to you but to me it's gin
And as soon as I see you, two arms extended; bring it in
Aw man, the sh*t is mine, I'm still in my prime
Matter of fact, tell 'em what I get better with....time
You'se a motherf**kin' battle rap flunky, n***a
Been in this sh*t double digits
Your name don't sell no f**kin' tickets
And now you out here doin' funny business
Thought you was just gon' duck Bigg K and come win you some money didn't you?
Ended up gettin' Rum in the first round, it was a dummy mission
Bummy n***a, prolly be at yo' house, couch surfin'; pun intended
Now it's like you have to win it
Dude a fool
You gon' go back to nothin', you homeless motherf**ker, you don't have room to lose
The nurse is feedin' food to you through a tube
You'll be ruined too
You'll probably never again take a battle serious (Serius); you New Jeruz
You should move
You was better with the barber life, you done lost your hype
All that thinkin' you was a mack (Mac), trash, been (bin) had you at the bottom, right?
You gon' die tonight
And he nervous, we lurkin', team purging
This ain't the same n***a from the Mook battle, it's the cheap version
We all know that number that serious (Serius) charges probably dropped, after he beat murder (Murda)
And he heard you
Ain't got a crib or apartment
No whips so you walkin'
Ice voice, "He don't even got a phone."
I don't see how this b*t*h Siri is (Serius) talkin'
Awful
You 49 years old with a P.O.?
That ain't street, no
You was a geek bro
But in his mind he's stickin' to the G code
But he broke, thinkin' he a P
What the f**k is he on?
You need to think mo'
You only get one, and since you playin' and not livin' it
This near death experience
Gon' make you want to take your life serious (Serius)
You still a b*t*h
Type to give up his n***a for some fame
A diamond grill, a little chain, just so all the b*t*hes know your name
You ain't pimpin' you a lame
Bull-sh*t, all you ever did for a whore is (Horace) Grant a bad vision in the game
Effin' shame
Ain't nothin' else to do but dude fake
I pull this toolie he gon' smooth break
He try to do it movin' it's too late
Rifle, on a tri-pod, I use it to shoot straight
I put the stand up and got serious (Serius), like I'm losin' in 2K
Dude lame!
We don't allow him
Poles around me
Bobby Shmurda, I got an extra Tom' just in case ya homie Rowdy
Clown him
You just a relative of the relatives
You ain't even with the pack, you thirsty
I can't lie, Ice did say you was a Wolf, but just the rappin' version
Catch a 30, put you in the trunk to die
Leave the old Wolf stuffed inside; like taxidermy
That was dirty
Beatin' me is not gon' be easy pimp
Plus, you standin' in front of a potential Twork rematch
The fans do not wanna see you win
Sink or swim
I said ah, I seen that troll poll that had you winning 99%, and me 1
So on my kid I'm gon' pop
I gotta put you under dog
Cause this pole I got, gotchu losin' 30, by a long shot
Speakin' of 30
It's Insane how you Cripping but Rolling with your fourth baby Loc
You been in five different gangs?
Now that's impressive
I mean, we all know my life is a movie but are you an actor or an extra
Cause you only crackin' under pressure
You use guns for props
If you rollin', take one, but your clip bored (board), and you only make movies cause you been in more sets than a casting director
The dope? Brick by brick
If you hatin' then [?]
Cause everybody know now, I'ma pull out that Big(g) K over Smack
JK, just killin'
The GOAT ain't kiddin', get rich quick it ain't only fans that do you bad baby (Bhad Bhabie)
But catch me outside, I'll grip the cold steel
Put your head up against your car tire
Since they say I hold b*t*hes against they own will (wheel)
Comin' to my cell, with they cells, showin' me y'all blogs
That's how I had the guards on the tier
And y'all out here talkin' 'bout, "Who God tier?"
n***a I was a god on the tear
Now this a contest? With 16, [?]
And this my first event, I was innocent
But when I beat this b*t*h, on stage for my money, I'ma show y'all what Ike Turner meant (tournament)
Y'all been sleepin', it's time to wake 'em up
OD'ing on Caffeine and Rum, like Kahlúa
Get upset and testing (intestine) the baow movin' (bowel movement)
Them easy name flips without a crowd, useless
They say, "This up. Nitty gritty", well let's get down to it
Cause this ain't you and I vers' city (university)
You ain't gotta be ivy league to add up this con L's
Versus Jones with, one?
Everybody prolly said, "Rum gon' take these shots to the head."
But nah, I got Ill Will for Nitty
That means I'm a Yak ('Gnac) n***a with Homi's
Yeah you in that mix but all we get is a punch with Rum
You wanna live my life, let's keep it gangsta
I'ma be Frank, Nitty
I see Jake in you
State Farm Commercial, cause all you do is flip names
But look at what you named yourself; Rum
But you givin' cheap shots
So you know Every Bar gon' serve you
You tryin' to give us over proof
Throw it up then choke
Cause Rum ain't made for takin' shots
I know it's rough on the palette, is that why you go down easy?
They said, "Rum on the rocks" but my ties (mai tais); marv'
He molasses slow, run him over
Or give him a limp he ain't proud of, that's Suge or (sugar) 'caine (cane)
What? I gotta explain?
I know what Rum is really made out of
I draw down, on the fastest gun on the west
Cause a vets gun's faster
He try to creep up from behind and book me?
It was a murder, I read Rum (redrum) backwards
We know!
Nitty got more gun lines than a Texas pawn shop
He got [?] six [?] Glocks with long stocks, man stop brother
We know you worked at Wal-Mart in the stock room
This is literally a MAC vs. a boxcutter
You put slavin' over C'ing (overseeing) in the field, n***a
Well it's 'bout time, you ain't got no job if you really put work in
If you do and you proud, fine
Then the beef back; cow spine
Creep up on him on his down time
Tap into the inner calm (intercom) then baow, do him dirty, "Clean up on aisle 9!"
I thought I wasn't even gonna be breathing free again
Cause though it's Rum to you but to me it's gin
And as soon as I see you, two arms extended; bring it in
Aw man, the sh*t is mine, I'm still in my prime
Matter of fact, tell 'em what I get better with....time
You'se a motherf**kin' battle rap flunky, n***a
Been in this sh*t double digits
Your name don't sell no f**kin' tickets
And now you out here doin' funny business
Thought you was just gon' duck Bigg K and come win you some money didn't you?
Ended up gettin' Rum in the first round, it was a dummy mission
Bummy n***a, prolly be at yo' house, couch surfin'; pun intended
Now it's like you have to win it
Dude a fool
You gon' go back to nothin', you homeless motherf**ker, you don't have room to lose
The nurse is feedin' food to you through a tube
You'll be ruined too
You'll probably never again take a battle serious (Serius); you New Jeruz
You should move
You was better with the barber life, you done lost your hype
All that thinkin' you was a mack (Mac), trash, been (bin) had you at the bottom, right?
You gon' die tonight
And he nervous, we lurkin', team purging
This ain't the same n***a from the Mook battle, it's the cheap version
We all know that number that serious (Serius) charges probably dropped, after he beat murder (Murda)
And he heard you
Ain't got a crib or apartment
No whips so you walkin'
Ice voice, "He don't even got a phone."
I don't see how this b*t*h Siri is (Serius) talkin'
Awful
You 49 years old with a P.O.?
That ain't street, no
You was a geek bro
But in his mind he's stickin' to the G code
But he broke, thinkin' he a P
What the f**k is he on?
You need to think mo'
You only get one, and since you playin' and not livin' it
This near death experience
Gon' make you want to take your life serious (Serius)
You still a b*t*h
Type to give up his n***a for some fame
A diamond grill, a little chain, just so all the b*t*hes know your name
You ain't pimpin' you a lame
Bull-sh*t, all you ever did for a whore is (Horace) Grant a bad vision in the game
Effin' shame
Ain't nothin' else to do but dude fake
I pull this toolie he gon' smooth break
He try to do it movin' it's too late
Rifle, on a tri-pod, I use it to shoot straight
I put the stand up and got serious (Serius), like I'm losin' in 2K
Dude lame!
We don't allow him
Poles around me
Bobby Shmurda, I got an extra Tom' just in case ya homie Rowdy
Clown him
You just a relative of the relatives
You ain't even with the pack, you thirsty
I can't lie, Ice did say you was a Wolf, but just the rappin' version
Catch a 30, put you in the trunk to die
Leave the old Wolf stuffed inside; like taxidermy
That was dirty
Beatin' me is not gon' be easy pimp
Plus, you standin' in front of a potential Twork rematch
The fans do not wanna see you win
Sink or swim
I said ah, I seen that troll poll that had you winning 99%, and me 1
So on my kid I'm gon' pop
I gotta put you under dog
Cause this pole I got, gotchu losin' 30, by a long shot
Speakin' of 30
It's Insane how you Cripping but Rolling with your fourth baby Loc
You been in five different gangs?
Now that's impressive
I mean, we all know my life is a movie but are you an actor or an extra
Cause you only crackin' under pressure
You use guns for props
If you rollin', take one, but your clip bored (board), and you only make movies cause you been in more sets than a casting director
