lirik lagu king of the dot - lotta zay vs. rum nitty
[round 1: lotta zay]
i heard nitty “gritty”, so let’s get down to that
this pound i clap
got a nice ring to it…but i don’t think you’ll like the sound of that
where they found me at?
jersey aak
far from suburban aak
you can be h~llraiser with the puzzle box and still wouldn’t come from a murder block
ya b~tch deserve the spot to slurp my c~ck
how we mettle make you wonder how we got it poppin’ in the living room like the urkel box
you got a plot to [?] in lot, i’m joogin’ with the heat
you don’t believe i got gun powder on my hands?
smell my finger like suga free
you wouldn’t be the n~gga that drive~by, right?
well intervene
i’m shootin’ when there’s beef
no need to save ya van nitty (vanity) if you can’t catch a bullet with yo’ t~~th
but let’s see
what’s gon’ happen when your grill and this timbo meet
and i put on your forehead like window’s peak
k!lla please
cause if i need to dump, y’all gon’ have to move like i got the window seat
i’ve been the sh~t though g’s
and i’m pleased to help you with yo’ delivery like a mid~wifer
you can get sliced up
get knifed up
ya guts i’m tryin’ to leave them (thumb) hangin’ like a hitch hiker
don’t make me get hyper
you gettin’ [?]
machine with a round clip
so when you hear that “time” it’s not melathian
n~gga i don’t care if you got co~signed
cause i will be lookin’ for them too, if they f~ck up like you
it’s like a bails bond n~gga
i don’t give a f~ck i’m bringin’ them real arms
i seen your battle with ars’ and knew (arsonal) this is something you get derailed (darrell) for
my n~gga…you can’t bang wit’ me
keep it a g, money
my brother’s keeper (keep a) few things to a shot on your roof for betraying me
play wit’ me
that gun in hand, dutterman, stu~studdering from the whip cause you think you nino brown
remember? that’s ya sh~t, right?
well i’m ’bout to cancel a b~tch
the ‘matic will spit
abbot was strapped in this b~tch
.223 splatter ya sh~t
you think you tough for this battlin’ sh~t?
i let that hammer go, you had to know
this here rum, ain’t the antidote
the cannon blow, you bluffin’ dawg
i’ll leave (ali) shook than a muhf~cka
but you not really known for wantin’ to come to war
ya n~ggas second guessin’ if you even held a gun at all
when it’s time to clap, barrels jack sparrow, rum is always gone
but that f~ckin’ drum? i let it raise, well (roswell)
51 all up in ya area
“suicide, you do the job, right?”
well look in the mirror bruh
once that message is read rum (redrum), tpst, it’s gonna be clearer bruh
you wanna come to my crib, knock down the door with them pounds and them derringers?
i’m prepared for them
he don’t know i keep a semi in the jacuzzi like coming to america
[round 1: rum nitty]
they told me i couldn’t f~ck with deshawn carter, he’s too technical
save it
well this tec, nickel
platted, i let that hit you, split you, sits you down like a ref whistle
you’ll get your chin checked and slept if i catch wreck witchu
swingin’, a .22 with a neck and penetrate through ya left ventricle
dangerous
nothin’ you bring to the plate go hard
i mean, you move like you take performance enhancers
but i don’t think this hoe zay (jose) can say cold bars (canseco)
i k!ll ’em all like it’s necessary, i’ll line your siblings up
n~gga a bullet i send roam (syndrome) in ya family like it’s hereditary
my shooters? they all pop like stephan curry
and hit his wig with the .50 like pimpin’ curly
these rounds? can go through armor
they might hit you
you might end up gettin’ b~ttoned up into ya vest like mike ditka
the lift ender
the small deuce deuce might lift up
this lil’ toy’ll (latoya) jack son (jackson) that’s mike’s sister
i said your career in done died, h~ll
so your b~tch i bagged her like christian dior, why (d.r.y.)?
too many dry spells
i’m gonna put this .9 at you and clap
but on the other hand you can catch the hands
if you try to rap you’ll get stretched
i’ll twist you into submission ’til you cryin’ outta ya breath
with ya joints crossed like pineapple express
i’m straight to the point
i ain’t beatin’ around the bush with this .40 glock
catch a fast eight and left half baked if sir smoke~a~lot
you prolly think singin’ get you all of the b~tches, stop
even my spanish broad told me she wouldn’t want an inch of lotta (enchilada)
usin’ a screwdriver, will cause mo’ (cosmo) pain peelin’ yo’ scalp away
you better get, adios m~th~f~cka, i’ll call all y’all n~ggas out today
i’ll probably get served a subpoena cause lotta (colata) wanna go to trail, okay
okay, i beat the case, loosen my tie (matai)
then rum will leave you in the alley zay (alize)
keep yo’ b~tches in yo’ city
i done came out that way n~gga
i done been in jersey flippin’ like an la clipper
dump at him, pump action
12 gauge hit him
you see me workin’ on a body it ain’t la fitness
i’m wit’ it
i’ll f~ck around and knock ya head in the dirt
with the can’ singin’ in front of the carter like gerald levert
stop playin’ wit’ a gangsta
‘fore we bust in, pullin’ up in a bucket wit’ the miller aimin’ out the pacer
he had two straps, but he ain’t bang ’em he a faker
i can’t picture with my own eyes zay’s (isiah) a rider?
please, he was known for playin’ with them blazers
real sh~t
you can’t keep it real yourself
n~gga, suicide or i’ll do the job
you decide
(k!ll yaself!)
[round 2: lotta zay]
so this the play?
doctor’s gonna have to…to get your heart to jump like instagram
i’ll find ya mom’s mom, bring pounds to k!ll a gram (kilogram)
duran williams, you kg’s lil’ man
for mettlin’, i’ll bring that metal in
let it settle in ya melon and it’ll only be in you n~ggas like melanin
i’ll make you watch the whole thing, soon as it settle in
i lion king rafiki ‘circle of life’ yo’ son up into the ceilin’ fan
or from long distance, blam
from a weird spot? nah
i’m walkin’ up close with the gear c~cked
cause i don’t f~ck wit’ rum, i need a clear shot
dare not
surf handed me that shotgun and that sh~t hold eight and it go {chk~chk}
he go {ha~ha}
and i ain’t chasin’ him with the mask off of jason
middle of the night, with yo’ wife
{door creeks}
that’s yo’ man rum stickin’ his face in
cause with the sh~t i raise in arizona
that .9 nickel is cajun, sn~tch the baby out the playpen
no escapin’ nitty
but try and get away wit’ yo’ life
flame out the pipe
yo’ back bubble up, you gon’ look like a gremlin when you wet at night
attempts on my life and you gave it the thumbs up, you gettin’ ’em sliced
now you gon’ throw up that fourth quarter for the rest of your life!
test me, goodnight
i ain’t scared of you
i’ll be posted outside of ya home with a clearer view
’95 minivan, plenty cans, goons, prepared for you
you gonna think it’s an intervention when i say, “we are all here for you.”
all you gon’ see is my fans and a bunch of flags in here witchu
think, put your whole fam’ in a cask’, i’m double daring you
i ain’t blood, i ain’t cuz, but what up cuz? welcome to my world
lil’ n~gga gon’ drop dead when them b’s (bees) swarm like macaulay culkin in my girl
this my world, this fraud visitin’
a bunch of n~ggas buried yo’ ass, i’m revisitin’
diggin’ him back up, switchin’ his spots
i’m leavin’ spots behind so the plot thickening
i just replaced this black b~tch and left a red bone (redbone) for show like aunt vivian
you not listenin’
talkin’ ’bout he liftin’ his iron
i don’t believe nothin’ his pen(n) state
but y’all believe nit and he (nittany) lyin’ (lion)
you either better be ready to purge or he (perjury) better be grippin’ that iron
cause i know ya mafia role would seize (cease)
so ya chances is real slim
gun with a tri~pod i let it lie on the stand like lil’ kim
my n~ggas? they patience is real slim
waitin’ to let a tool graze ya
they just waitin’ for that head nod from across the street like a new neighbor
all over the house, follow you where ever you go like the butler off of tomb raider
.22 blaze ya
expose a mark like it’s room raiders
[round 2: rum nitty]
he’s trying to proof he in (peruvian) the same lane as me
stop it, ya makin’ (jamaican) ya grave
get the infrared it’s a wrap for ya head if a ray be in (arabian) ya face
if one, hit his core he in trouble
don’t try to pull sh~t
get more than a black eye tellin’ white lies knowin’ i’ll buy no (albino) bullsh~t
where he at?
i’ll ask kin (alaskan) where this b~tch be
hit the dutch, raise the pistol then a couple races in you; that’s a mixed breed
sawed off
i’m flippin’ with a half pipe like the x~games
three rounds will have you steppin’ out ya body like a rex meme
tell them n~ggas i said, “jump” so i can break they neck
i’ll stuff a clip, you’ll hear it cl!ck, then it’s melee next
i used to rob motherf~ckas for all the weight they flex
’til i had to key (ki) they whip like they they ex
step, and you’ll see a rocket ring like olajuwon
i cook n~ggas, you won’t eat if you try to out rhyme a don (ramadan)
n~ggas steal all kind of lines
i swear the next one to bite or naw, i let it sing ; ty dolla $ign
you know this an ass whippin’
i’m loaded, the strap different
i’m low ’til ya cap splittin’
sammie sosa chewin’ tobacco, i got somethin’ for ya [?] and the can’ spittin’
blaow! blaow!
two headshots, hit him twice, his wig’ll (wigga) hang upside down like vanilla ice
every bar be on point
you gon’ have to do all you can tonight
if something big will (wheel) hit ya knee, ya leg go (lego) flyin’ off in the distance, right?
what i’m sayin’ is~ toy wit’ me and i’ll have ya family bargaining caskets trying to fish a (fischer) price
end ya life
we in oakland where them trees for sale
sh~t, i’m ridin’ back with, cookie in the trunk like a keebler elf
i keep it funky
lookin’ for [?] on n~ggas
the first one i see i’m dumpin’, ask about me
my o.g. will tell you [?]
drew down on me, he hit me with the “i thought we was brothers”
i let it sing, hit his rib then in disguise (‘ribbon in the skies’); stevie wonder
[?] i’ll bring two .4~5’s
one snap when you hear the tec’s
let everybody you see on screen shot, when i squeeze from both sides
but you the type, to prolly call the cops on me
hit the station, comin’ out ya grill singin’ like mama d
you got some m~th~f~ckin’ nerve fam’
i should give carter five (carter 5), and tell him “hold that”, like he birdman
nah scratch that
run up on [?] fire and let a flame off his team like michael [?]
real sh~t
you can’t keep it real yourself
n~gga suicide or i’ll do the job
(k!ll yourself!)
[round 3: lotta zay]
this is a battle that should’ve been happened
so i’m askin’
where you been dozer?
like mostly everybody fold in here you prolly gonna die before the event’s over
you rep that fourth quarter, i’ll catch you ot
pull a .5th on him
you the last n~gga standin’, i cl!ck on him
his body fall, he roll on his homies like he snitched on him
medics can’t do sh~t for him
n0body they can get to save you
i’ll light that b~tch leg up, you fragile
see if i led by the window then i’ma really slay (sleigh) you
oh, my red rider could’ve shot your eye out kid
but i’ma mash potatoes in ya face like ralphie little brother at the kitchen table
i forgot though (avacado), two wiz (twizz), leavin’ you john doe in body bag and all from a different angle
i said avacado, twizz, jon doe, man that’s a different angle!
i will hit ya grapefruit and make juice
you meet hooks then meat hooks when i lift and hang you
that mac will really slay you
in a grave when you die
kids wavin’ goodbye, they gotta drizzy drake you
you better meet me like hey zeus cause you a sacrifice
they offered that, i’m comin’ with one .9, a double barrel
your bluff, i’ma call collect
ya n~ggas gettin’ off wit’ that
you f~ckin’ deadbeat, baow
y’all ain’t gonna pick this kid up off the steps?
he the type to say he gon’ get the sigs (cigs), go and get ’em and never come back like when his father left
i’m off my meds
i’m the type to pop pop pop then pop pops
i’ma beam sh~t, heat rise when i get to my meters
like mercury queen
cause it seems a bunch of these b~tches i’m in a league with
how can he get a w and be a (wnba) p~ssy in phoenix?
piece that together with phoenix
mercury the only time y’all shootin’ abroad (a broad), ya whole team b~tch
i peeped it
i’ma flip the jig
stick his ab, his soul rise, lift his ass
off the chain how ya body go through the wall like the ghost of christmas past
cause you don’t know how screwed (scrooge’d) you are
you might gang bang in blue but probably wouldn’t air the .9
so if they say this crip pulled (crippled) that’s a pair of lies (paralyzed)
but you a stand up guy, right?
i should let you shine?
i’ma blame that can’ your grill gon’ slide
let’s see how much you stand up fam’
i said your grill gon’ slide when i blam’ that can’
now let’s see if you can ball with no face like the and1 man
i can’t understand
i got this
i’m god sent
heaven knows
f~ck yo’ lines my rhymes playbooks, i’m x’ing o’s
my bro, sevah, got the .4, so if sevah roll
since he the bigger person, i’ma tell him to let it go
with no effort shown
lift the chrome ’round your heart
listen…cause the cause of his death a scope (stethoscope)
that still (steel) body like a sentinel
sick how i influence a n~gga with that coffin, you tryin’ to catch a cold?
[round 3: rum nitty]
my n~gga, you ain’t got no street credit
you just another fraud
but you can bank on me sliding through
this buster got the charge
what i pull from the v is a (visa) automatic, you’ll discover
you ain’t that motherf~ckin’ hard
catch me ‘fore the event and make him paypal~
gon’ to have to take money off the card
i’ll let the .40 ring on they street
why they 88 deep?
i go off the chain and pop~a~lot, i think i’m jc
when i write? every verse reverse life like benjamin b~tton
you can bet a million dollars baby that i’ll box a b~tch with these punches
the fans tell me, “you k!llin’ it fam'”
jennifer hudson, i sit a shotgun on your left side like the whip was from london
who want it?
i said i could stomp cassidy, ’til my ankle broke
i got no chill
the doctor had to remove my foot out of cas’ (cast), like the bone healed
i’m back trippin’
tec~9 or mac spittin’
any gun i cop he respect or get smack’d with it
get close up on him
hid a snub in a black [?]
i grab the nose, fall back and wet him, that’s the baptism
[?]
voodoo doll, i swoop through
suppressor on the deuce deuce
dook dook!
shoot you down, these hands crucial
abuse you, do you foul
i’ll have a n~gga dreadin’ the fade like he’s [?]
you can ask lush but all he knows is yayo
[?] i’ma pop it
send bucks then f~ck money up, now that’s an ether deposit
i catch you internet thuggin’, then the semi will speak
you’ll get shot on your laptop for all that ridiculousness
and i don’t gotta empty the clip
get your wig split up, pole would knock you i’m superstitious as sh~t
but y’all lookin’ at me like i won’t pop the heater
cause he ain’t dead yet
til i smoke him like the 1/8th he is (atheist) now, for not believin’
they tryin’ to sell me wolf tickets knowin’ i don’t buy bull (bible)
my g’s is (jesus) twelve deep
soon as a n~gga diss, i pull and go across his head wit’ it ’til the .9 crack
pray for him
cause if i gotta make it rain with the .40
they (day) know a (noah) n~gga might not survive that
i’m right back
ain’t nothin’ you can do i’m hot
dyin’ after i (eye) c~ck the can’ sir (cancer); i’m stuart scott
you can’t keep it real yourself
suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide
(k!ll yourself!)
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