[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
That third round for Chess?! He was just talkin' that shit
Talkin’ to sis'
Positive shit
But me? I'm with the complete opposite shit
Now listen
We got Rum muthafuckin’ Nitty vs. Jessica Fisher AKA O'fficial
This shit gon' get different
I won't let a bitch live
I'll pull up where a bitch live
Big Sig
Pull a clip full of hollows like, "You must want this whole dick."
No?
Let me just put a tip in
I injure somethin'
If I lift it, she Elizabeth Warren, a bitch is runnin' on any platform, I get it bustin'
So Fish’ll get walked up on wit’ the MAC (Mack) like I'm Gonna Git You Sucka
Gritty fucker
I get to flippin’ out any minute
Big ass .50 cal
If I say "I'ma kill you now" then I meant it
I even pull a pistol out on the bitchеs
That's just my type O-Negative, anybody can gеt it
Nitty trippin'
Whole team come and shoot, mini Smith &
I empty out and reload smooth
We cold, what the fuck she gon’ do?
I spark shit, and I'ma air out cartridge when I see O too (Co2)
You gon' beat who?
Ma'am stop
You shaped like a ham hock
Nah, nah, nah, you built like DNA Tooth mascot
Bet I put you in a bad spot
Whoever had you winnin', was trippin', like LMAO
Laughin' my ass off
I'll pull up with the grey sweats on
So she can see the print in the front
She's like, "Is that a roll of money in your pocket or are you just happy to-"
"Bitch it's a gun!"
But you can get banged that way
Chest shot, I leave hearts filled when I raise my K
This'll lay X n***as down, ain't nothin' plain (plane) I say
Trip and this fly through O hair (Ohare), you get the JFK
But wait, she actin' like she really holdin' a pistol
'Til it's your 2 on 2, I'll back out a .40 against you
You fightin' for ya dear life, the last moment suspenseful
And I'll be there, to make sure you die
When the docs holler "Flatline" I know it's official (O'fficial)
Aye, I load it and lift it
Squeezin' a gun, Nina will dump
I shoot, and catch ya fam' on the roof, they was waitin' on FEMA to come
Think what you want, I give a fuck if it's a female I'm reckless
It get rough next ('Ruffnecks') I give an MC light (Lyte) and stretch shit
Close the Left Eye when the TEC spit
After it fire I dig a hole and bury me a (Mia) (e)X bitch
But what you think I carry fo'?
I'll let it go
If you say O won, I give O one
It'll be one O, sound like binary code
I lift this 30 up and bang you
All the shots? Comin' from up top
The bitch workin' on her angle
Come and get ya issue
Didn't the referees just cheat your team outta the playoffs?
Not even New Orleans fuckin' with official (O'fficial)
You can't keep it real yourself
[Round 1: O'fficial]
Shoutout to all the fans that came
I praise loyalty
Well tonight, y'all can call me Chris Brown cause I made Royalty
You said you do it for the culture
You got the [?] of Bacardi witcha?
I knew once I got Rum I spiked the punch, now let's get this party started n***a
We coulda did this in New York but then you would be takin' a chance
You took me in VirgiNitty, now you raping the fans
Tell ya bitch it's over cause this ratchet takin' a man
And the kick, like JayBlac it shakin' my hand
I hope she there when the Dezi pop
I'm givin' subs like a deli shop
His blood spill on a scary thot
BAOW, now I done put Rum on his bitch, I'm takin' belly shots
I don't care if it's north, east, SouthWest I drive to kill it
I'll catch this bitch in plain sight and arrive in minutes
He tried to Jet,Blue (blew) his top, now the sky's the limit
Everybody wanna trip until they see flyin' Spirit
So don't come to New Orleans, turnin' up with ya best friend
Cause it's a no-flight zone n***a if you forget to check-in
So if you sneak into the French Quarters you better come with purses
I got guns for purchase
Headshot, got me mixin' drinks, I spilled Rum on Bourbon
Scope a n***a, like new neighbors
He on the porch, newspapers
Now I gotta get Rum after hours; bootleggers
If I black, defend a n***a; Luke Cage him
I knew Rum would be fire for the cake I souffled him
I stood in front of a natural Dizaster, now I'm controllin' the weather
I'm tryin' to see who knock the most pins (pens) down like we bowlin' together
If my n***as come you Nitty (community) better hold it together
I'll have bitches runnin' at Geechi, tell that n***a Bay watch (Baywatch)
Y'all got your wires crossed that's the reason they shot
I'm tryin' to see a rapper unconscious; K. Dot
But I'm too busy openin' doors for these n***as; Tay Roc
Yeah you high, but let me talk you down
Your Boo Gotti passed you up, why you walkin' 'round?
He started after you, but still the biggest talk in town
We can all see this bitch behind Geechi; Coffee Brown
I don't need the cannons, the sticks, and the drum lines
I need personality, all that shit, more than one .9
Cause he Claude and Ray Gibson, he fake fire, but no one died
This battle I can't get right, so I gotta step outside the gun lines
We already knew you was gon' lose to DNA, that was just us testin' ya
Yeah you bright, but my son (sun) Shine better
Bruh, versus Top you lost, don't shoot the messenger
After self-checkout, we had to get Rum from the register
When I was young, I kept the pistol close when I was little
Even when I stopped believing in the Tooth Fairy, I had the pillow over the nickel
I could put hands on this n***a, that's a foot massage
I ain't gotta wait all (k)night to get a rook to slide
All his n***as had his back so I took his side
All my bitches carryin' the baby from one n***a; sister wives
If I push arms around you gon' get more than your cabbage patched
Yeah I came to ring for the title, let's have a ladder match
I mean I been doin' this, I did what was needed, I never catered
And me battlin' Nitty is bigger than every hater
Even if y'all feel like I lose, I'ma still be forever favor
Ray Rice, y'all gon' see him beat a bitch and (in) elevate her (elevator)
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
She be floggin' like her hood really poppin'
Like they just sellin' bricks and catchin' bodies
Stop it
Them n***as small time on O block like Tekashi
Whatchu like a triple F up top?
Hella props
But the Cakes Caved in like Chess and Roc
Guns by ya
I sit by ya home and catch O'fficial with the mask, I'm an umpire
You the one dyin'
You pokin' ya chest out with nothin' to back it up, come try it
And this gon' be an O'fficial body- one sided
I've been cold, we got it poppin', you (k)not a problem, like a lymph node
Big pole, let a Sig blow
Smoke somethin', I'll flip and light her top up, then I zip O (Zippo)
I wish you would try to play me wrong
Then I show up to New Orleans with this .380 long
And in the booth, it'll be war everyday, make it a danger zone
Here's where the mission stops, switch the plot
Crazy, they think battlin' me is gon' get you hot
Bitch it's not, I'll lift ya top
Then I'm swervin', the bootleg version, I'll be out before O'fficial drop
Lift the Glock, let a shot go
You actin' like you want smoke
Cut it out, that's fronto
If you die they can't rewind the (Rwanda) hands of time, no
You a goner (Uganda) and what's in the Tim' buck too (Timbuktu), I'ma rock O (Morrocco)
Long pole, believe you fucked
I don't care how big a bitch is, I don't think you tough
You need to get a better bra to keep these two up
They laid out to the side like they OD'd off drugs
I can't pay attention when she speak her (speakers) knockers (knock hers) lean too much
Aye, and you 'bout to get all the smoke
And take (so many punches the fans yellin' get off the ropes!)
We slide instantly
That type energy from my enemies
.9's stick wit' me
Ring on two bitches I like bigamy
You'll die literally, you a liability
Close range, if I put it right by O (write bio), your life history
This is me
And I can tell you not ready fo' sho'
I can tell how you wrote
But I'm a vet' and when you facin' an alpha, bet (alphabet) I can take you out your element O (LMNO)
Beretta'll blow
She fall and still get clapped at
And whacked
I stand wit' it, two feet over the body
You need your back cracked? This a handicap match
I can tie my left behind my back, facts
All it takes is one hand to mark O (Demarco) out, like the Smack App
She gon' for sure gon' die
Your soul? Gon' get sent off the Earth no lie
Your body? Cut up after
Get the hatchet
This axe? Somethin' crazy like Surf on live
To keep it real off topic
If I was drunk enough, I'd probably fuck
Like, "What the hell? What's poppin'?"
Get some head lil' prolly
Let her get on the bed then ride me
But if I put you in a 6-9, you better not tell nobody!
[Round 2: O'fficial]
Alright, I mean, I ain't really come to judge a n***a, that's for society
But I come to put Rum down, let's celebrate my sobriety
I'll have bounty on ya head, my n***as is so consistent
I'll have bands on Rum like the prohibition
I mean I make the law, I even pick the rules
I even was the nastiest n my class, I was grabbin' dicks in school
I'll have n***as in his state, with the MAC on every corner
He miles from Martin
His sorry ass ain't gonna want to go back to Arizona
Cause I don't believe any of that gang shit you talk about
Cause the only time this Crip pull is when it's time to find a parking spot
I mean you talk a lot, but please don't talk down on me
Cause like Moses with the stick I'll walk down on sea (C)
Or I'm Craig from Friday, I'm even fire on my off day
The 12'll pick a n***a up, he missed his court day
I don't really understand why n***as say Queen Of The Ring be on some other shit
I guess I'm just some n***as 'round the corner that Debo don't be fuckin' with
Bad bitch, I got extensions that'll touch ya back
Y'all ain't gotta turn on Netflix to see I Don't Fuck With Cats
I should've caught you at the last event in Tampa and fucked up ya Volume
I would've came to rock him (Rakim) and 'Pump Up The Volume'
Where ya bitch at?
I heard ya bitch got the drugs, I heard her throat better
I'll rob ya bitch and leave with her p's (herpes) like Coachella
You said you be stompin' n***as out, you ain't no stepper
Stop actin' like I'm a step down when we all know that O mega (Omega)
I mean I cook, then clean up, you know, be there for a n***a
When he die, pick him up, you know, carry a n***a
Watch the kid, get old, then bury a n***a
I'm tryin' to show y'all how a black woman should take care of a n***a
I don't wanna ee the proof on Rum, you ain't strong, we can taste that
Cornell, you ain't never serve a fiend nicks (Phoenix) in Arizona, everything you state cap'
A Stoney Brother, he came out the cult, got sprayed at
But I'm Cleo, I make this bitch corn roll (cornrow) straight back
Or you can be TT cause kid goin' to the hospital but son gettin' saved
Or like Frankie, only the doctors know the procedure if this gun to ya head
I mean I don't need to credit, he gon' drop a quart, it works for me
The bullets go in, tern (intern) he gon' get this work for free
And the clip longer than the financial aid line, durin' the first two weeks
Y'all said I was usin' Tworks moves to get through the class, well now I'm 'bout to get my first degree
Flatline

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Aye, we fo' sho' locin'
So focused
I pull (pool) sticks, get shot behind the back like I'm show boatin'
Ya soul floatin'
.4 totin'
This pole loaded
And I won't be stopped by security cause I owe O this (Otis)
Flatline
You embodied your own slogan
You don't notice?
I mean O ass sit (amino acid) kinda low and it ain't no growin'
Everybody wanna battle Nitty, tell 'em "get in line"
After these three, lets see if you still alive
Bitch'll die, let the biggest K off
Think NBA ball, this shit O'fficial size
I clap the joint
Come out the bag and lay O down...with an AK; Scrabble point
Who you playin' wit'? I got a Killer Instinct, I'm not the one to play against
The flow cold, I came up punchin' like Glacius
Two minutes and 30 seconds, I'm not gon' re-say the shit
So don't be givin' O'fficial help with time (Tom), I hate the Patriots
I came equipped
And this is real life not an image
I live it
And I'll take life from you bitches
Pistol whip, and after a butt lift, a n***a might wanna hit it
...And I did it
Go 'head and try stupid
Take a shot, and if O(ld) Miss, I'll shoot her, make you all burn (Auburn) with a .9 Ruger
Or this Virginia Tech go through and O you (OU) might die Sooner
Whole squad ruthless, this a cliff hanger
I midrange you
You in pain cause ya shit mangled
I told Debo, "Put me on this Official card and I'll (Kardinal) get 'Dangerous'."
Lift/aim it
But the steel burst, hit her rib first
A fish'll (O'fficial) get air from the side, that's how gills work
Kick up real dirt, and I gun sling
I'll tell you one thing
You ain't been around a n***a that Cripped how I Crip though (crypto), it's unseen
Don't touch me
We not cool
I'll send a squad through
Poles tucked and they gon' line O up on my queue (Q) or I shoot
I still let it ring on a bitch, you know how I do
Aye man, I bang dolo
The thang blow smoke
It's a Desert, make O face the bird like Drake logo
I ain't even gotta out the pistol
I pay somebody in the crowd to get you
Or I send some real ones and they come and check somethin' on my account O'fficial
Gang member
I don't chase hoes I chase cheddar
Hustle things, we was on the Money train like Roger Mayweather
You can't keep it real yourself
(Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide, kill yaself)

[Round 3: O'fficial]
Y'all know I got the dick all night
Henny sex
Y'all know what it's like when you fucked up and you leave the club and hit ya ex?
Well that's exactly how I feel cause Rum got me sending texts (TECs)
Now I'll ring after the click, I let it bang on him
The baby on my hip and it hang on me
I mean, if I move, then ring, if you change on me
I'll have the blood everywhere, and won't leave with a stain on me
I heard you was fuckin' Hustle
I know you wonder how I knew that
Well when he say he 'bout to jump in that pussy he literally has to do that
I'm just wonderin', what happened? How'd you get with Hustle?
You be runnin' a Marathon in that pussy, you straight Nipsy Hussle
Well I'll send ya head back to ya mom, we all savages
With a note that read, "Big things come in small packages"
She'll get some of what you have then fall afterwards
We can tell they all bitches
I said that we can tell like bitches in Cali, we can tell they all actresses
I'd like to get rid of a n***a, this broad packin' shit
They all actresses, he fall back the .40 buck like a ratchet bitch
Flip mattresses
You said, "It's an illusion"
Well you usin' B Magic tricks
And the only reason you need AID is to be Magic sick
You tried to shit on Conceited
But we know he can beat this rook' clear
Cause if he really wanted to battle Nitty all he had to do was look in the mirror
I mean if it wasn't for Conceited, you'd probably be rhymin' different
So the next time you get a check, n***a pay homage wit' it
Cause you tryin' to come before ya ancestors, but ya time is missin'
Be happy Conceited birthed you, he's Con descendant (condescendin')
I'm from New Orleans, we move solo, we don't have to gang on 'em
All my life I've been seein' the signs, and bang on 'em
You really think you the OG? Well I'm really the O, G
And I'll have n***as lookin' for Nitty wit' cold feet
I don't really give a fuck, I'm really comin' wit' fo' deep
And everybody gettin' everything and you ain't leavin' wit' no meat
I got a grudge with these fists, I would never let the past slide
I just Rock this bitch Vin Diesel style wit' the Fast Five
Everybody in the crowd know it's 'bout that time
This bitch career's an underscore
Flatline