URLtv, Rum Nitty, Fonz - Rum Nitty vs. Fonz lyrics

Hold it down, hold it down
Yo, after I fuck this nigga up
I'mma be #1 for Champion of the Year
'Cause, nigga, I done had a crazy run
Kings vs queens 3, UM5, SM12
A lotta bread, I done made me some
They said they weren't fuckin' wit'
Fonz on Summer Madness
They ain't faze me none
'Cause Smack seen how I handled the boos
(booze) , then he gave me
They said all I do is PUNCH! Nigga, stop it!
And if all I do is punch, then, nigga
(block it)
And y'all know how this thing gon' go
All that tough shit just gon' make
A nigga swing on bro
Throw that Crip shit in my face
Then the heat gon' blow eST Gee: they said I
(eye) fucked up
But now this nigga can't C (see) no mo'!
You want zero smoke!
That tough act gon' gеt a nigga SHOT!
I'm a used car salesman: I let
This lеmon off a lot! Put a nigga in a box
We do not do cameras
Hop out, chrome-grippin', pole
(Po) kickin': that's Kung Fu Panda bro dead!
It's gon' start wit' a kick
Then end wit' a grip: it's a moped
Left hook! Right hook! His nose bled
The Alien sleep on his feet: he a Conehead
Yeah!

Yeah, this battle got me some mo' bread
But, I been spazzin', bitch
Wit' this rappin' and trappin' shit
Yeah, we had bags of sniff
And sent them on acid trips peter Pan
You know what I did to put food on my table?
You couldn't even imagine, Nit' (it)
But we had bags of that, and jars of this
And the bags was fat, and the jars was thick
I'm talkin' highs and the lows, nigga
All for cheap
If you want it, you can talk to me
I got a connect on the 'bows
Like Glorilla and Cardi B talk is cheap!
Nigga, talk is cheap!
Fuck all that Insane shit!
Nigga, you gon' have to show me you crazy
'Cause for a zip
My man'll put a hole in your lady
But for 125 grams, Rum, he'll put fo' in
(and) a baby i ain't no Internet nigga!
My name shouldn't be in your mentions
I really be in the trenches
And all these niggas who holla they
(holiday) wit' the 4th is finna
Be in da pendants (Independence) relentless!
Nigga, we ain't gotta drag this shit out
You gave Geechi 75 racks so when you die
You can't even pay for your funeral
It's gon' be too much cash to dish out
They gon' have to cremate you
And give your remains to your daughters
And your kids gon' have to ration Nit'
(it) out i'll trash this bitch house!
We do home invasions - nigga, ask around
I'll catch you in that
Crip mansion wit' Geechi
And run up in that mu'fucka blastin' rounds
How ironic - a Insane nigga in a Nut house
(nuthouse)
And everybody in that room gettin' patted
(padded) down drag you out!
That's when the heater get to blammin'
Nosy-ass neighbor, I can see that he Hispanic
I thought he was callin' Gotti
'Cause he kept yellin' out, "Bay! Ay!"
But that's "B&E" in Spanish! Tragic!
It don't matter if he run with Crips
He gon' leave wit' a ruptured disc
Busted lip overhand slump this bitch
Underhand make a soft bald
(softball) nigga adjust his pitch
Clutch a stick!
Nigga, somethin' out the chrome'll fly
Drive-by, steel
(still) wavin' like a long goodbye
Your bro gon' die!
Man, I've been tryin' to kill
This man for months
But they told me I had to change the pace up
Just so I can stand a chance with bruh
Y'all be playin' too much
You know the difference from a soft
Jab and a Hulk smash?
I know how to land a punch
I know you're all fans of bruh
And all that talk of how the cans'll dump
How his shotty'll blam niggas
New 40s wit' hair-triggers
And wit' that type of content, Nit'
(continent) , you can never body a Land nigga
It's scary for ya
I've been killin' shit all year
And I ain't gotta change in
Front of this bum nigga
So stop expectin' me to spare a Quarter!
Prepare for torture bullets rain
Look like a hell of a light storm
They found the Alien on the streets
And I don't think that's
An intelligent life form get a bitch smoked
Acid breakin' down a Quarter
Like a marketing team that shit gross!
Big toast!
You know how long I been holdin' this P
(pee)!? How long?

I really got a pistol! (gotta piss tho')
Get did wrong!
And I'm out in Arizona lookin' for him
By myself, 'cause I don't want a co-de'
To turn fed on me
He got KG wit' him? That's cool
I got some lead on me
And long as they got the bread for me
Then I'mma take Rum and Poet
(po' it) out, on the dead homies
And a nigga can't stop that shit!
Once a bitch gets shot, that's it!
One to the mug, will spill Rum, on his $25
000 alpaca rug
And you can't get it out if you scrub
Nigga, you gon' have to BLOTCH that shit!

Y'all ready? Rum Nitty vers' Vince Young
My fault, my fault, my fault, I slipped up
Rum Nitty vers' the Fonz, Ty Bogan
This bitch done
Off the rip, believe he dyin'
A clean sweep, threepeat
I got the cheat sheet rhymin'
They say the Alien be sittin' on bars
(like ET ridin')
This is finna be a war for the books
So fuck a time limit this battle
I told Troy, "Let me cook"
And this lil' nigga Fonz
(finds) a dead man, soon as it starts
Like Boyz n the Hood
I'm the reason they be runnin'!
It won't be easy you try and
Get me out my spot i'm just keepin' it 100
At least (lease) that's what they wanted
I don't gotta pay
The squad'll (squatter) move on you for free
That shit is nothin' in somethin' rented-
Y'all jumpin' too early

I'm the reason why they runnin'!
It won't be easy you try and
Get me out my spot i'm just keepin' it 100
At least (lease) that's what they wanted
I don't gotta pay
The squad'll (squatter) move on you for free
That shit is nothin'
Pull up in somethin' rented, and it's tinted
(tenant) out
Now the Land Lord a victim (evict 'em)
But, I don't need no kinda judgement!
Switch the subject! This nigga gah bage
How is he even in a conversation with me?
Y'all just be talkin'
'Cause all he do is punch? Well, nigga
Stop it 'Cause your originality lessens
(lessons) , every bar
So, it's easy (Eazy) for me to Block it!
I'm the top pick
And your death await's wit' it
I don't never play
So my lines resonate different
This 9 heavyweight, nigga
The clip longer than the dictionary
And I'll give da Fonz
(defines) everything in it!
On site we can get active now
You'll see a green dot
Back-to back Haymakers in a chain
Sound like T Top
Said he was gon' smoke me in a small room
I think not 'Cause, I hold the power in
(and) the Volume like a screenshot!
Please try! I'll do a nigga bad
I'm the one that pulled somethin' from
The boot and capped little Iron
Y'all remember, fam'?
The Monopoly pieces? I was in my bag
We even had a classic in
Front of the Community, chess (Chest)
And you ain't make it past Virginia Ave!
You trash! I'll catch this bitch down in the
Lobby kickin' it: Kareem Hunt
See if he can punch wit'
A hole in him: Capri-Sun
I'm havin' one of those episodes
Again: it's a rerun! Hit Ty
(tie) up in the back like a
Hospital gownand he gon' need one!
Heat dump! I'm wit' all that fasho'
You simply rap
They be actin' like they finna
Clap - they won't these niggas actually hoes
But they get bolder
(boulder) rollin' behind somebody
Like Indiana Jones i'm wit' all that alone
I can't lie, my niggas take lives
It's a type of activities that go
On when the gang slide
Pullin' through your neighborhood, broad day
Don't waste time
Lookin' for any violation, then they
Gon' send eight yo' way, fonz
(HOA fines) you may die glock 9
Ain't nobody safe when these shots fly
His mom cry, whinin'
(wine-ing) on the box, hung over (hungover)
Like, "What did Rum do to my Ty!?" (mai tai)
I'm a livewire i can't rap over y'all, bro
Ay, Conceited! Stay away from Rum!

I'm a livewire
I'm finna be on the run for downin' somethin'
On the loose
Avoidin' orange suit's and county numbers
This Cal', I up it
You'll get a round for nothin'
But ain't this exactly what Fonz
(finds) wanted, people?
Now I'm duckin' a bounty hunter!
I can't be around you suckas!
Fuck Cabin Life! I think y'all niggas scared
You'll get a bullet in the temple
For a line that you said
Where was his squad at when
Dawg caught the lead?
The last thing he gon' remember is the Cabin
Soon as it lodge in his head! I ain't you!
Raise tool, a couple break loose
I don't need no type of reaction, okay, cool?
Real rap, no punchlines these Calico
(e) rounds be goin' straight through
Get a face shoot brain blew, brain juice!
Everything mist
(missed) he think I can't shoot!
I'm 'bout to send a nigga
To Hell wit' this lead
Close range, shell to the leg
Shell to the head
When the spirit leave the body, it's like TI
You can tell when he dead! I got many 'Ks!
No matter where we atpick a stage
I'd-a shot the Volume (Valium) up so much
They woulda thought it was Civil War anyway!
Bitch! You can't keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide, or (I'll do the job)

I said, I open palm slap niggas like bitches
Facts boy, I hit hard, it's legendary
'Cause, I'll slap the shit outta yo' ass
And give you the paws ("Pause") if necessary
Fuck? The fuck? Y'all got me fucked up

I'll slap the shit outta yo' ass
And give you the paws ("Pause") if necessary!
Me and my dogs was never scary
If you don't wanna see this list legit
Then watch the words that you
Speakin' from your lips you know what's up
I'm goin' Dutch
Meanin' I will split everything before I let
A nigga treat me like a bitch
As evil as it gets
No remorse when the chrome unloadin'
I was raisin' my arm and squeezin'
My trigger wit' muscle memory
No emotion (know a motion) a tool slap you!
Scrape a little piece off of his
Shit like a stool sample!
You let them dudes gas you
This shit is all basic to me
Niggas ain't who they claimin' to be
Boy, I will split your shit half-and
Half like a Arnold Palmer
And let them Arizona niggas put
His face on a T (tea)! This shit disturbin'!
They gon' find a C curled up: it's in cursive
Rushin' him to the hospital
This shit is urgent!
Body get to goin' in shock
He don't deserve this
And the doctor said he won't make
It in his current condition
So now they gotta take a vote
(volt) on whether to unplug you or try
To bring a surgeon (surge in)
I'm sendin' shots at Every Fuccin' Bar
And then I'm swervin' i'm tryna bomb Bay
(Bombay) and Rum in a Sub-bourbon! (Suburban)
I'm a wordsmith i really be murderin' opps
I just gave y'all a whole liquor scheme like
"I know this'll rock (Ciroc) " this a Glock!
I done really turned squads into casualties
Pull this tool from my waist
Then shoot in your face
Geechi clutchin' (clutch in) the 4th
He really got that Mamba mentality
You can't rap wit' me!
I know that got all of 'em pissed
When I said you was Mayweather
And I was Tank
I wasn't just talkin' my shit