URLtv, Bill Collector, Rum Nitty - Rum Nitty vs. Bill Collector lyrics

I said we got Rum Nittyhmphvs the beast
That's the super duper duper
Scope vs the dude
That had the T grizzly on his sneaks
C'mon Smack
You know ya boy to witty on his feet
You supposed to be my Gorilla Zoe
You got Nitty On The Beat?
Boy, you gon' need Every Fuccin' Bar witchu
I'm talkin' tag team
It's my Call Of Duty to catch
All you niggas laggin' on screen
Then blame Caffeine for havin' a bad stream
Nitty, I'm too sick on this co-vid (COVID)
My flow? Is the vaccine
This Quarantine so one bad sneeze
And the mag' squeeze
Get tossed and turned into a bad dream
I'm the worst at reading a signal Nitty
So my text double after the last scene
Rum, mixed with quarantine


Man that's a German coffee
I should quarantine with the queen of ya
Team and put a germ in Coffee
Nah, sperm in Coffee

Check her mug to find the clue
With no crowd around I'll make ya queen flip
(Queenzflip) in this Quiet Room
Moonshiners, bootleggers
That means we could run Rum ya dumb Rum
Ya done Rum bill Collector known to put his
Face on the screen, for the lump sum
How you the Gun Bar Prince with one gun?
I thought ya team could help you face
The music, but when the problem arise
Could none drum (conundrum)
Whoa whoa whoa, hold it down, hold it down
See you became a URL star overnight
But, you came from King Of The Dot overhyped
Where they gave Nitty the coldest shots
Even tried to put Rum over ICE
Your metaphors? Type Hova nice
You stand tall
That's why you number one on the app
But this win outta ya reach so know ya height
Lean in, to check every credit score
Cause this Bill overpriced
My gun, remains silent when I Showout
I know my rights but that's
(k) not to keep bringing up old shit
I like manure life
I mean, you big Crip, Hoover, right?
Whatever bro, it's all the same
Buncha niggas throwin' the same color
And call it "gang"
Screamin' out how they all will bang
'Til one nigga turn on the
Next like Starter chains

I'ma sharp shooter, long range
All my bags is on hall of fame
I'm the shit bitch nigga
You need to get ya toliet changed
Rum Nitty? Smack this what the
Fuck you call a name? Bill Collector
It's expected that my call will bang
Nitty, I'll run up in ya crib and
This black mag' hit the world news
So Jet cause Times of the Essence
You barricading behind doors
With the dressers til I move in with the MAC
Jordan, Rhianna, Vanessa i catch
Gotti in the gym workin' on his muscles
He ready for the quick scuffle then blaow!
White people like
"I don't know what that jig saw
(jigsaw) , but he died big puzzled"
Nitty? You flip doubled?
Stuffing the dope and cash in a big duffle?
Well, this tall bitch will knock
You off ya grind, so if I miss
(Ms) Hustle i'm talkin' dip with the chips
Or get ya bricks ruffled kurt Russel
You ain't know that little China
Could cause big trouble?
Now, I just hit you with
Punchlines, haymakers, room shakers
Sleeper jabs
Now y'all can go and upload this to the app
So y'all can say that Nitty beat my ass time

Aight, I told Smack, "Whoever you
Gon' get for me, just line 'em up"
I'm cut his body into 70 somethin'
Pieces if he try his luck
Cause you know work's slow right now
Nigga can't get no battle
So Bill's piling up
They finally brought the cameras out
We got Rum mothafuckin' Nitty versus a nigga
That'll get his mothafuckin' ass whooped
And then wanna go rap it out you cap
So we don't believe nothin'
You finna rap about but, it's show time
Finna handle this with no prob'
Kill yaself, suicide and do the whole job
Cause you gon' die
I go right at you, so fuck a Skype battle
How you gon' get a dead nigga
To go live? Don't try i cut up still
Keep playin' with me or you
Gon' get someone killed
Untuck mil's with a beam, and
I keep the light on, run up Bill
You can't touch Rum' skills
I'm tryin' to be humble and let
My work talk for me
I literally be (b) silent and subtle
Try and I'ma bust it
Lift the 9 up like it's a dunk contest
And I scored high with the judges
I'm nice with the punches and
They gon' respect it
Fuck you mean? Punchline King
I hold the record
You can get your neck snapped
Broke in sections
Think Denzel, you better stay still
Or I'll break a Bone, collector
Test me, and I'll do you all kind of bad
Dump it, texts
(TECs) keep on comin', I'm replyin' back
9'll blast
Finish the meal (mil') , then run off on Bill
First I make sure he dyin' (dine) and dash
If he tryin' to match? Stop it
This shit is just different
I tote straps, no cap, I'm really authentic
You ain't heard Nitty be trippin'?
Then, you late i give a fuck what Bill do
(due) , I'm tryin' to get an extension
I really done killed him
Get to cookin' homie

I'm already that nigga on camera
They should've told him
If he run up, I'll pull it on him
Stop everything with one round
Look like the footage loadin'
If we lookin' for him, don't be stupid
It's a gun tuck, and this
Shit like Duck Hunt
I get up close on the screen shootin'
They say he got a name
Right now and he boomin'
But that won't appeal to the masses
(mask is) long Scream movie
Truly, this shit can get ugly
And you don't want to go up to
Battle rap Heaven, where Rich at
Nigga trust me i could've sent you up to
(two) Dolar, Bill, you lucky chopper blades
This shit take care of Bill soon as it hit
I got autopay i'm not for games
Pop and drill and stretch homie
I'ma peel the Tec on him
Body build (Bill) and flex on him
Walk in with the goons chopper like a broom
Gas mask, smoke bomb, foggin' up the room
Larkin out the boot
Let you argue with a tool get my point
He gon' keep talkin' 'til it boom boom
I already know what you feel like
Don't get real hype
You know you can't beat me in real life