[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 niggas 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 nigga

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 nigga 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 nigga, like new neighbors

He on the porch, newspapers

Now I gotta get Rum after hours; bootleggers

If I black, defend a nigga; 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 niggas come you Nitty (community) better hold it together

I'll have bitches runnin' at Geechi, tell that nigga 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 niggas; 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 nigga, that's a foot massage

I ain't gotta wait all (k)night to get a rook to slide

All his niggas had his back so I took his side

All my bitches carryin' the baby from one nigga; 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 niggas 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 nigga, that's for society

But I come to put Rum down, let's celebrate my sobriety

I'll have bounty on ya head, my niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga up, he missed his court day

I don't really understand why niggas say Queen Of The Ring be on some other shit

I guess I'm just some niggas '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' niggas 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 nigga

When he die, pick him up, you know, carry a nigga

Watch the kid, get old, then bury a nigga

I'm tryin' to show y'all how a black woman should take care of a nigga

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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga, 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, nigga 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 niggas 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