URLtv, Real Name Brandon, Rum Nitty - Rum Nitty vs. Real Name Brandon lyrics

I ain't even wanna have to do this to you
Gang you gon' need extensive surgery if I
Gotta get yo' head tapped big-ass Glock
It fly by Nit then yo' head wrapped, on God!
I pull up right to where yo' set at
In jet black
Backpackin' a baby look like a stepdad
Warnin' shot, kick in the door like
"Where the checks at?"
My dawgs run in after the
Rounds they gotta fetch that
You a lil nigga wit' pride
You my brother but I promise, if I
Gotta put my hands on Rum, i can't hold you
You know where I see you
Nit? I just told you
I'm from 'Dena, product of my environment
It's how we was raised that got us trippin'
You ever notice how when you move out
The hood, go back to visit
Niggas be different? I got a homie that was
Strictly a hustler now

He a killer the hood changed him
Think Geoffrey on the Fresh Prince
Remake: nigga literally went
From a regular nigga servin' to a gangsta
For, like, fifteen hunnid, nigga
I get you mangled
By some lil Simbas that laugh
In the face-a danger
But, I get it you don't know
How the gorillas move out here
If I go in my bag: llamas, bulldogs
Eagles it's a (Zoo out here)
They said I wasn't gettin' in wit' my gun
I don't know if they was dumb or crazy
You know what me and Monet
From Power got in common?
We both know how to hide a baby
I run up on him, make him swing
Hit him with that whoopsie dazed him!
He know he was gettin' this
Type-a Brandon they hazed him
This 45 blitz every time ain't no safety
I cop my guns from the same place my
Mom used to shop: the old Navy chrome 380
All I need is one shot I bet I spell him
Everybody wanna play tough till
They find out animals
Is in the game like Robin Williams
If you can't catch that body sober
You not a killer
You shouldn't have to be off a
Bean to pop and peel 'em it's not in ya
Pistol-toter
I'ma make sure it's understood that wit' me
It's magic birthday candles
Once it's lit, it's lit for good
I hit ya block pick a spot and get the drop
If this a opp, he gettin' shot
Bullets fly by and sound like Lu
When he whip the pot (This is not)
Pick a plot then pick a box he goin' in both

Before this shit even start, it's over, nigga
Where I'm from, the first time you hear the
Homie real name if you ain't grow wit' him
Is bein' co-defendants
Off the rip, believe he dyin'
A clean sweep, three-peat
I got the cheat sheet rhymin'
They say the alien be sittin' on bars like
(ET ridin') fuck the deal
I had a dream I smoked the homie
Woke up hopin' that it wasn't real
You wan' get killed? (Ayy)
I do this shit lucrative
Tryna start my year off on a run
I might gotta drop Real Name like a fugitive
You get hit i let it ring
(Nah) i let it ring and clear
Out the whole buildin', though
I know exactly what to do
When I see Real: fire!
I been on too many drills befo'
You ain't no motherfuckin' killer, bro
Look, Real, i done watched buster niggas
Like you get exposed i'm finna scold
(yeah) at least two pass when I
Shoot that's a give-and-go
But wit' a scope, I can shoot from back far
Have you losin' blood from a long range shot
(How much?) a half-quart
(Ayy) this some shit for me to be mad for
'Cause they put me out this bitch with, like
Five days' notice
I can't wait to run into the Landlord
That part (What? Nigga)
The K dumpin' ya face gushin'
Still have a bunch of Real blood around me
I don't play, cousin! Ya days numbered
(Ayy! Ayy) this nigga through instant tool
It's finna be a wrap fast Jigga who?
Stick and move we got sticks for you
Or I switchblade Real Name
Like Duncan Pinderhughes lift and shoot
Try to take his head off when the 'matic fire
Rounds goin' by Real Name on
The stage that's Danny Myers
No lyin', I just battled cous'
You know what that feel like?
We locked it in twice and I'm not goin' back
To the parallel universe
I'd rather take Real life
I don't care if we real tight
'Cause after this nigga get stretched
They gon' be askin' if I'm
Still social wit' Real Name
That's identity theft i'm a vet
I just won the last Ultimate Madness
It's no need to argue, then
This a cakewalk again
Beasley like, "At this point, Rum
You are UM" i gotta win i'm that dangerous
(What? Argh! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy)
Face shot when the MAC ringin'
Now, RNB unidentified The Masked Singer!
I'ma leave him i seen a post that said
"I'm tired-a niggas winnin'"
Well, let's work this round a lil different
He gon' get murked
'Cause, I was thinkin' about that
Comment when I pinned it
And it had me seein' red first lead burst