T-Rex vs. Rum Nitty

[Round 1: Rum Nitty]

Bitch I'll pistol whip you until it's blood on the fifth

Then let the tool drop

Don't clean it, wake up the next day with a Maroon 5

Cool guy

But you say the wrong shit we get to runnin' through ya area

Lettin' two toolies off

Smokin' like two dual exhausts

Mufflers on a Chevy truck

Snoop hit me like, "How 'bout T-Rex?"

"If he want it cool. I'll bury him."

Soon as it start he gettin' washed up, that's Coming To America

Rex you finna die these rounds

We brought the riders down

I keep the silencer on somethin' Big, T...that'll make him quiet down

I see a lot of niggas Gucci, Louie, designered down

But if one shot from me goes (Migos) through ya Versace Versace, I'll be ducked off in China Town

Sniper rounds, pick his son off the jungle gym

I don't need explanation

But they'll be tryin' to revive him off the playground

That's recess-ation (resuscitation)

Stop playin'

I told cuz from the gate, we can catch that fade; Cast Away

I will son (Wilson) you and put blood in ya face

Wait, there's enough shells in this pump pump for ya whole motherfuckin' gang

'It Ain't No Fun' if ya homies can't have none

I come off the trunk and 20 rain

I'm a 'Serial Killa'

You ain't finna do a muthafuckin' thang

Cause you already know what this can turn into dawg (Dogg), 'What My (muthafuckin') Name?'

Bang

Nigga jump I gotta bust a K

But with this .45 I'm AC Green, I don't fuckin' (fuck and) play

That toolie airin'; abusive parents, better run away

Or get put underground for free nigga, the Harriet Tubman way

Right now

My .40 on I keep mine

You're Lebron's age, if you left the Heat you'd be goin' home...to meet God!

I promise, this chopper hit ya squad up

And leave exit wounds the size of glory holes

You all (wall) fucked

The homie told me, "You should hit a lick while you down there."

Nigga get his chain snatched for stylin'

And if he don't come off that ice, buck it (bucket) on a celebrity, that's a challenge

You wildin', nigga cross me, shells bust

Gut shot like it's sodium on a slug

We saw T (salty) curl up

You wanna die hoe?

Aye Magic, the new name for my .44 is (Forest) "Whitaker"

I shoot that bitch with one eye low

Ya whole front side go

If that steel click you will get drill tips

Take ya whole class out, if any one on that field trip

That shootin' shit we still wit'

Speed loader, the clip go from zero to a hundred nigga, real quick

Real shit

You can't keep it real yourself

Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide

(Kill yaself)

[Round 1: T-Rex]

Grown man bars, somethin' he gotta deal with

No matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said it ain't gon' equal up to this real shit

Now let me gettin' into this real shit

I'm from that block where they spray lead, Rum

Where the little kids sleep with hammers just in case there's a boogie man under they bed, Rum

I'll turn ya block to the Night Of The Living Dead, Rum

I'll lick a (liquor) shot and have ya whole top red Rum

I'm a Gladiator for real, I skipped the School

After Danja ('Danger'), he'll disappear like Mystikal

I'll bump a nigga on purpose that's what I meant to do

His stylist came here with that coffin, it was fit for you

I treat his chin like a phone he get his jaw tapped

Beef? His only options is fall dead or fall back

A nigga can't have an open casket when his skull cracked

Ayo Calicoe, his people want to see him, they buried him in his ball cap

I'm from 112th Street, I really mean this

I mean I'm True to my Religion it's in my jeans (genes) bitch

Catch you on ya block, get everybody on ya team hit

Whoever live gon' have to get they stitches from a seamstress

With no mailing address, when I send a shot it's a center shot

He in front of the P.A.L., get e'rybody at that center shot

Like a waiter with an open tab, keep sendin' shots

Point/shoot, I got the power for it (forward) that's a center shot

You better hold ya head 'fore I take it off

Or stab you with this knife in ya face and try to break it off

Or I can go and let that .80 off

But that gauge will make his head look like a Pitbull came and ate it off

Dot Mobb, we a rider crew

We got some bitches wit' us they ridas too

But you a Crip, Surf a Crip, Daylyt a Crip, oh I see what Snoop Dogg tryin' to do

So I'm a squeeze until you bleed all the Crip outta you

I don't care if you Crip or Blood you'll be one bloody Crip or one crippled Blood

Easy!

[Round 2: Rum Nitty]

In came the party [?]

But a headshot will have more thoughts (thots) out the top than Mardi Gras

I'm at his bitch house with wire cutters like, "Where that motherfucka keep the money ma?"

Oh you wanna play? Then a finger comin' off." Ronnie Lott

I feel like you in the way of my money and for that you gotta die Rex

Face shot and you'll straight drop for my piece of the pie Rex (Pyrex)

Why flex?

That ain't what you want T

If my shooters throw the toast it's like used to coach the coach

You'll be done G

It's all Gucci until I tell his bitch to come through

And have her eat this dick with a condom on it

That's a Jimmy Choo (chew), true my squad run it

Take off runnin' for jaw bumpin'

BAOW!

But ya back finna...dunun...be out like Jaws comin'

You do not want it

This what y'all call "legit"?

It's funny how, he's gon' get this work, when he's the one y'all callin' (call in) sick

My niggas 'bout it

Bring killers 'round him

Make everybody get ghost

When I put a bullet into T, knock spirits out him

You a killer? Doubt it

You the type to get caught for forgery

But it's fucked up how you got your chain snatched

You got robbed for jewelry

[Rex]

They dead

[Rum Nitty]

Go 'head jump, that .44's on me

I promise you're guaranteed to get yours if we're warrin' T (warranty)

The fans ask me, "Aye, you and T-Rex. Who's finna die tonight?"

My reply? "Michael Jai White"

The black dino might Black Dynomite

Real life

Don't get started with me

I pull that TEC squeeze and left T (lefty) shot; James Harden release

I tell him, "Keep quiet or get mutilated."

I'll cut a limb off ya

And have your whole arm in a basket

That's Vince Carter

With this big chopper, it's goin' down

Picture this

If I shoot this baby inside this bitch it make an ultra sound (ultrasound)

BAOW! Tone it down

You dyin' hella easy

Bitch I'll lose control and whip Rex like Tyga Lamborghini

Don't be alarmed people, he's non lethal

Get within arm reach it's all cheek, I'll open palm sleep you

It's all bad if my squad greet you

Seen he had on the wrong colors, then that rocket blew (blue); Don Cheadle

So go 'head, throw ya cap

Walk around like done killed somethin'

That shit won't work on me

You gon' have to throw a real one

Don't believe me? I'll demonstrate

Pistole whip you

Make you eat the butt of the gun like Kevin Gates

Real shit

You can't keep it real yourself

Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide, kill yaself

[Round 2: T-Rex]

Grown man bars is somethin' he gotta deal wit'

No matter how many fabricated lines he just said it ain't gon' equal up to this real shit

Dot Mobb, we drag niggas up

Body bag 'em, toe tag 'em and bag niggas up

This nigga really ain't that nice, it seem like Snoop Dogg done gassed niggas up

Well as long as he know that .40 and that .9 spit together I'll call 'em Daz and Kururpt

Y'all got 'em pumped up

Y'all gon' get Rum punched 'til he punch drunk like he was just drinkin' on rum punch

He can't fuck wit' me, that's true

My Coupe is like a bruise, it's black/blue, you know me I'm that dude

I'll stock the bank up and then roll blammers

You ain't even gotta touch the dice to get ya head cracked too

You dead if y'all stunt

Mook said I had an ego problem Surf

But he put the Desert on front

I bet that he'll run like he goin' for a rebound

URL clip cause all I'm spittin' is three rounds

I'll bring the beef to niggas

I'm like C-Town

Can't find the body, funeral is for his feet now

I delete clowns, my mission is complete now

I got the fo' and the fifth, they shippin' me three pounds

Yeah, I got the weed now

The dubs look like fifties

Red gold dark, look like pennies

I roll up on his side with the .40 or the .9

Shoot his chicken noodle soup and the soda off the side

BAOW! You'll die if you want

He got some nerve I swear

Evel Knievel died tryin' to stunt

Come to my block tryin' to pump and I ain't eatin' witchu

Pick a corner store that you dyin' in front

I'll let the lead blast ya

I stepped it up like Stairmasters

I'll have him eatin' slugs like Fear Factor

[Rum Nitty]

You know that's ya old shit. You know that's his old shit

[T-Rex]

This [?] rappers, we all got records

It's either attempt to sell or it's possession

It's either do your time or beat it, no tellin'

I don't know who taught you the rules but them the wrong methods

I run with a room full of apes

If they tatted every body it won't be no more room on they face

A Jewish lawyer on retainer, they just chew through the case

Ex put money in the stash but I just threw in the safe

The guns, the cars, the gloves? I just threw in the lake

That's how you finish shit, the way you go ruin a case

Surf, I'm from a block there, where niggas carry Glocks there

You hustle and you ain't from 'round there, you get shot there

He actin' like he type wildin'

Well fuck it, I'll stab him, take the knife out him

Then I'll cold buck it (bucket) on his head like an Ice Challenge

Easy!