URLtv, Drugz, Rum Nitty - Rum Nitty vs. Drugz (Rematch) lyrics

I was just up in my room
Goin' over these same rounds
Like, "This the last time I'm doin' this
Shit it's gettin' kinda lame now"
Knowin' I was gonna smoke Drugz, again
Soon as I came down lay it down
This who you had killin' me? This nigga weak
So I don't wanna hear shit
After I OD on Drugz not even a Lil' Peep
Before we compete, I wish you the worst worst
I hope ya family member get murked first
I hope ya granny get her church burnt
I'm talkin' right around the same day as
The event like a Twork verse disrespect
I got rounds for you and the nigga next
My vision's set if this would've been in
Texas, at the finals, for the bigger check
I would've washed Drugz in
Houston like Whitney death get upset
Ruger lift, you'll get hit
I'll put a hole in Mr adidas


A shell tore (toe) right through his shit
Dome splatter no team, I'm alone packin'
Just me, by
(buy) myself Drugz, I support my own habit
The pole clapped him
I ain't want to, but the bitch tried it
Then I got indicted
Rum, caught a 3rd degree on
Drugz like Rich' Pryor i've been fire
The first time I took Drugz
I ain't play no games I'm Len Bias
You shouldn't have tried it
I'm leavin' with that bag of cash
But they sleep
For some reason they say I can't pull
It off like a mattress pad action packed
Take this battle at you're risk, bird bitch
Firm grip
Put 15 in the DMV, I need my driver's permit
Burn shit if the last nigga Sig'
(cig') than so can (soak in)
Drugz that's a sherm stick wordsmith
But all I got for Yusef is
The blazer like nerd chick you earned it
If you just used your own style
You can't go wrong
But, you wanna get up here with the
Twork voice and change yo' tone
I'll pull a blade on holmes, throat slit
Now that deep voice? Over
Like James Earl Jones
It's on, the MAC scream flash beam
You couldn't take Rum to war in a canteen
When it comes to stars on this rap scene
You're barely even considered
Drugz like caffeine that's a bad thing
Tragic, when they put together a
List of top rappers
They do not say Drugz name
For nothin', like Samson
You niggas backwards smack calls time

"Cause, I'ma keep it G real
I don't fuck wit' you cuz
You disrespectin' me
You disrespectin' my hood by tellin'
Me, take off my flag
Ask me how gangsta I was
You lucky I was bein' cool on that
Day I said I didn't have time
I got time today cuz"
Nah, on some real shit
Y'all ever seen a bully beat
Up a nigga with heart?
Like, no matter how hard the nigga fight
He still whipped the nigga
And nobody really surprised by it
It's kinda like he did it
For shit's and giggles
But that same nigga bring his brother back
To come and fix the nigga similar situation
Cause, I lost and brought
Back a different nigga a lethal one
I saw the polls, they said
"The nigga with the Adidas done"
But for 100K I won't stop
Until the deed is done
You think the results of our last bout
Gon' make me flee and run?
After I taught Yoshi about Bitcoin
Y'all ain't think I'd come back and ether Rum
(Etherum)?
I bring a gun, and some drama through
I don't care if you Crip, I'ma bomb on you
4-5 in front of 6, it's chronological
Honda Coupe, filled with 'matic clips
Talkin' crazy
I'm going on a road trip to handle it
I pull up, they was all outside
I start blamming shit
I took care of the whole
Fourth Quarter in one drive
It's clock management i ain't havin' it
I'm fired up

I'll get all you silly EFB crips lined up
Nigga Geechi talkin' 'bout "Fuck that clock"
Gun clicks 'til the time's up 9 buck
You be wildin' Akhi, pump yo' breaks
Or grip on the side of Rum, that's a Kawasaki
Don't try and stop me
I'ma up it and blast, you'll
Get tortured for the drugs
Just put the stuff in the bag
You not a king
Give me the snow or I'ma take
You where the dungeon is crab
I'm so fuckin' mad
Like, how could I lose to him?
Why the fuck would I give this fool a win?
But they say, "God works in mysterious ways"
That's something I truly belie- I
Know to be true within
So, even though I took the backlash
Nitty gettin' hit with the whip
Eer-, I knew I was gonna run into you again
That late prep, my own legacy, I was ruinin'
Something I will never ever do again
The fans at home that was
Rootin'? I was screwin' them
That's not how you hold it down
But, I swear to God for me
And mines I'm focused now
And I'm outside for 100
Bands like Rolling Loud it's goin' down
Your future lookin' grim
Fuck this Crip, ruin ya face like Lil' Kim
I've gotta kill him
That last L was unsettling
So you gonna have to keep up if
You trying to catch a second win (d)

Honestly, I don't give a fuck who is mad
Talkin' 'bout a robbery i came in punchin'
Y'all tried to do me Superbad
I feel disrespected
Like I ain't a living legend
But, I've been an idol
(idle) in the game so long
They tryin' to disconnect me
Apply pressure, you gon' die reckless
Stretch him, run up on Blood and Air Max
(MAC's) like Nas X's do not test him
After six bars they knew it was death
Drugz will be finished before I get to
12 like Juice on a jet
Two to the head, don't make me do it
They don't know what battler he is
Cause his face too ruined
They can't tell if he's Ill
Or if it's Drugz, like a JC rumor
Now I ain't tryin' to hate fam'
That's what they said
Plus, if I win this money I'ma break bread
Spray lead, a shot tossed
Get knocked, when I let 'em out
The nose of the TEC, drugz
(detect) like a cop dog get tossed in a low
Shallow grave in a hole out of state
I don't even remember where your carcass lay
I lost Yusef
(use of) body and don't feel no type of way
Try and play you not that crazy, Drugz will
Get drugged inside this bitch
Like a crack baby
I've been wanting to snap lately
Square business
You come over here trippin', and Roy'll
(royal) family gettin' somebody heir dented
I get to wiggin'
Snatch his chains if they hittin'
'Til my niggas trip him
Take everything that was wore
(war) on Drugz like Richard Nixon
Lift and click it

A shot release, lift you off ya feet properly
You'll see the iron leveling
(level in) Blood like phlebotomy try and see
I'm at ya front do' uppin' the chopper
Test me, i'll put one through Drugz screen
And somebody drop him
I be havin' room rockers
They say, "Cuz shit clever"
But after that nigga Moon rocked you
We seen the hardest Drugz flip ever
It's levels what's crackin' 5? Clap the 9
I took the life of Drugz like trap or die
And really had packs to grind
I was tryin' to get on
With only three ounces, that's travel size
No cappin' mine
I know how to get it, fix dope in the kitchen
Whip it, 'til it turn hard
That's no power steering
They wanna know how I'm livin'
Get up here and talk pain and
Compare they past wit' me
My nigga, my shit empty
I don't think I can ever have feelings
(filling) my junior
Was in his dead mama's stomach with
Low oxygen for 17 minutes
How I'm supposed to breathe when the air
(heir) to my throne barely had any?
Fuck yo' opinion smack calls time

Yo, ever since you came over here
From King Of The Dot
It's been rapid progression it's like
You became a crowd favorite in
A matter of seconds
Take two weeks ago for example
How the fans just protect him
Yo bro you number one on the App? Damn
That's a blessin' i ain't gon' lie
I'm fuckin' 2-10shit is kinda
Sad and depressin'
But based off them stats alone
That just lets me know
I gotta leave a lasting
(a last in) impression
So let me ask you a question
How you even get that spot when you fuck up
Every chance to become a GOAT you got?
Ass vs reed emotional vs twork
Emotional vs roc choke vs shine
Choke vs john choke vs surf
Choke vs top you think that's how you become
A legend? No it's not bro just stop
That old Rum, you nothin' like
We all saw what happened last week
It wasn't right I don't care if you won
He wasn't supposed to put up a fight
I would've had a pimp in distress
(this dress) like Money Mike
Everything you've been writin' lately
Has been fuckin' light food in fact
You don't do well against niggas of
Ya caliber that's a proven fact
Every time y'all book him for a legend or a
Top tier he choke or lose the match
You only did good rappin' wit' Iron
But we used to that!

You gotta change the way you movin' scrap
The fans done had enough
No wonder this nigga was
Comin' down with somethin'
He wasn't ready to level up
Every time you had a chance to up
Ya status you fucked it up
I was there vs top, I was there vs shine
Those battles were on their
Way to being incredible and here you go
Fuckin' up a classic like Belly 2
Yeah, you mad at everybody in the game cause
All the other top tiers ahead of you
Sad but true
Cause it's not like bro don't be wildin'
It's just that, bro don't be stylin'
We want somethin' from you
Other than violence wake up and find yaself
Insane like Shutter Island
There's no denyin'
Ten years ago when you was on
Grind Time you did it better
Back then you was young
Hungry and fuckin' clever
Now you complacent
It's like you throw this shit together
And here I thought with age Rum
Was 'pose to get better
You don't switch it up ever
"It's Mr gun Line King a
Punchline is all I need"
Listen, with that type of pride it's
Gonna get this fool gone
Cause you ain't really had one of them
Electric Nitty moments in a while
The fans ready to move on pay attention
Every battle rapper labeled as a "puncher"
Career never last too long
I know you don't see it
But, you 'bout four battles
Away from bein' Nuborn stop whatchu doin'

Alright bet
You is 'bout to get ya ass kicked now
Soon as you got off the plane you
Knew this was a bad trip
They should've told yo' ass, "Sit down"
But niggas cap so much they
Shouldn't be allowed to battle
Yellin' 'bout how they 30'd blue- nigga
Don't even raise your volume (Valium) at me
If I up the piece I'm down to clap it
Ridin' around tryin' to locate Drugz
'til I found the Addy
I wrote these bars on a tablet
Get popped, now Drugz at the doc
(k) like the Port of Miami
This come in handy run up on me? I'ma up it
Buck and a piece, trust it
I'll leave you covered up under a sheet
I brung out the heat
Only fo' left and the judge
I'ma let one of 'em free on Crip street
I might kill him
Martin and Eddie at the baseball game
It's Life endin' knife in him
I might twist it, lights dimmin', die pissin'
Takin' me is a risk
(wrist) Smack, like white privilege
Try trippin'
You get a knife to the gut I'ma shank him
Hit his spleen, you gon' feel it sting
Then it's a Drug operation
He not gon' make it he a goner
His chest protected? Squeeze it on him
Blood vest'll
(vessel) get popped, like a hematoma
This shit over you're dyin'
I could've brought the worst lines
It's the second battle
And Drugz hit harder the first time
Burst 9's
Grab and shoot, let the 'matic loose
Silencer go th- th- th- th-
Sound like Battle Truth make a move
I'ma hit the trunk if ya clique try fightin'
I slid right by 'em

Got to the 45 and lost my
Cool like a midlife crisis
If I trip, fam' you gon' through it
They put him out here
To see if he can survive or fend
(orphan) for his self
And he (Annie) couldn't do it prove it
You can't keep usin' Twork's fame
To build yo' image
You gotta get yo' name on yo' own Drugz
Like a pill prescription
My nigga, you gotta hop off Jersey
Wherever that nigga go, you be all on jersey
I'm convinced, if he move to Orlando
You will follow jersey (Jerzey)
Thirsty but, I can't lie now, you got buzz
You hot cuz
But, I remember when you was new on
Smack and was askin' to smoke Roc (k)
You was tryin' too hard Drugz
Catch a slug, toolie dumpin'
Shoot his brother, but hit
5 three times first, like a movie number
We cool
But this some crucial money so that makes all
Y'all "Food Near Me" like I Google somethin'
Ruin somethin' the outcome will be tragic
Take your roof off Drugz
They literally tryin' to recover an addict
(attic) i ain't always have it

Smack calls time playin' on your X-Box
Remember that shit used to have
Me mad as fuck bruh
You come home from a long day of school
Maybe basketball practice
Open your door, they just have it the fuck up
Then it's always your little
Brother that's trash
Who think it's funny when he lose and laugh
And you be ready to snuff bruh
For some reason it reminds me
Of how Hollow was disrespecting
You online all week and you
Ain't speak up once
You gotta stop lettin' niggas
Play witcha name if
You don't want your stats all fucked up
You really that dumb bruh?
As smart as you are in ya
Raps you throwin' me off
You really are like a little brother cause
You think you in the game
But, you don't realize your control
(ers) is off i'm so focused dawg
That's cause at first the fans
Wasn't sure of me
Now they know I need that 100K
And what I need it for
They've been acting accordingly
Cause you can make that prize money
In four or five battles Cornell
You don't need it more than me
So don't make me get disorderly
Smack, if they don't say I won nigga
I'm comin' back to NOME and robbin' who do
Is that what you want nigga?
You really think in my current situation
I can go home with nothin'?
Fuck is you dumb nigga?
I am not leavin' here empty handed gun cocks
It's gonna be a gun in it
And it was Rum's blicker fuck nigga
Pistol whip you, with your shit
That's what I'ma do

'Til Cuzz Webb cartridge break
And he can't swing, like Spider-Man 2
I feel like a fool cause thinkin' back
How did I lose to you ever?
It's because I took the battle last minute
But that's what happen when you
Move for the cheddar
But, if you think I really came in here
To let you beat me again Nitty
Dude you've been setup
Cause you had 'em lookin' at
Drugz on the small scale
Now I'ma take it to a different measure
Get yo' shit together
Cause lately you've been trash friend
Real sloppy
I mean all them gun punches is past tense
We passed it i'm just lettin' you know how
The fans feel ahki
All you do is let it buck like a stag Nit'
That's why you stagnate
I'm just keepin' it real witchu ahki
You gonna be back workin' at
Wal-Mart in no time the fans gonna be like
"What's the deal papi?"
You used to be the man
But, I don't feel sorry
Cause even though you'se a has-been gun
Clicks I still got it steel poppin'
You don' let Smack line you
Cut you up in pieces
They won't be able to find you
Then spread you all over Web
(b) , you gon' viral
If you've got any ounces of 'vival
It's gon' take two surgeries
The docs gon' have to saw somethin'
I'm talkin' twice removed
For the fourth cousin