I Will Fight No More

[Round 1: Drugz] Thank you Nah, bullshit aside I'm so grateful But y'all done put this Insane nigga versus one who just isn't stable I remember the shit like it was yesterday And at that exact moment I knew I was willing and able Ryda get a Kel-Tec Jakk get a shell next Then I make you an off- {gun cocks} is that still on the table? I will really blaze you Cut all that rap cappin' out You at the Gun Show now, I got all them gats you be rappin' 'bout Ladders out, the pole clap Point blank range his dome splat This the last thing you ever gotta hear about Wal-Mart...once ya eyes roll back 30 clip, hold that The gat concealed, untucked, back out the steel Whoever got ya back get killed Drugz, air out the pack, it's vacuum seal Then bring a knife to a gun fight, he laugh, like, "Is that for real?" {Knife cuts} Across his face, then he laughin' still {Knife cuts} Again, he get a gash and squeal In public, cut scene, to the Batmobile Grab and peel Stop with the foolishness You follow me my whole career? You know I'm really with the stupid shit Ruger clip, back out, start boomin' shit His son on the sideline cryin' They don't know if he gon' make it through this shit? It's crazy y'all Insane, now they losin' it (Nit') Y'all got me confused as shit He fire, but I'ma fight right back Ain't nobody rootin' for the under dog? I mean sheesh, I might snap Anybody every spill something on themselves right before they went to the club? Bro, that shit's so wack And you that stain on the tee, {gun cocks} cause I ain't goin' out like that BAOW I don't go nowhere without my strap I really spin them blocks, makin' pistols pop You got gun lines, I got gun charges, it's a difference Aak Try to headshot my mom's sister and M.O.P. my auntie up ('Ante Up')? Yeah Blood still here nigga {gun clicks}, ya missed a spot You should've used the Swiffer tool I, lift a stock Chrome thing, you heard there was bodies on this bitch, that had this hoe phased Tone bang Bird out the window like road rage What I tote; flame I hope you got a can' on you Explosive rounds and a mag' for you That'll melt ya buds down, we makin' hash oil It was sad for you, left on the scene Detectives pulled up, they couldn't find any leads I stole the car for the drive-by I'm talkin' gloves when I squeeze Took care of every fuckin' detail, everything in-between Dropped the body and shaved my beard I get away clean Y'all said I would lose on this stream I think not Piece hit, green dot, clean body; detox This is not the same Drugz you saw before, it's a re-rock Machine cock I'm for the drama That's on my grandma name, you must be off ya rocker Larkin pop ya He run? Baow! After Every Fuckin' Bar like Waka Flocka Take the stock off the chopper, and buck the tool Don't ask me, "Suicide or I'll do the job", I'ma leave it up to you [Round 1: Rum Nitty] Aye, me and my people been debating on, when I should let you see ya grave Meet ya fate And ironically we all guessed the 8th would be the day An easy plate But for the battle? I'm sleepin' late Drinkin' drank We smokin' weed today THC edibles; Drugz a piece of cake PSA, I'm strapped, ain't tryin' to hear all of that Hospital bandages That's the only time I'm tryin' to see you guys (gauze) (w)rap Drama season, whole squad we eatin' Off the rip, they can't stand the Crips; quadriplegic Said you wanted all the smoke, so I walked up inside and seen him Let a pound go Drugz ran out so fast, I tried to re-up Keep up, but if he play let it off BAOW! The .8 (ate) loud, like ASMR Say ya grace, I'm tryin' to break ya face Gun butt, give you a (k)not Blood, you can't relate Razor blade, cut him The wound will heal up, and be a (NBA) bubble, you better play it safe Out the gate, you niggas scary, very It's Hail Mary pairs and you get buried I'ma air these A pair of these Two guns, I'll let the little one off Drugz, D.A.R.E. me I'm serious I really put on for my state, no reach But you goofy niggas? Y'all be havin' jokes 'bout the place I stay low key Cause it's hot as fuck and I'm in the desert That ain't on me If Drugz bring up cactus, I'ma make him pay O.D. (peyote) No sleep, it's gonna be a cold summer I'ma smoke somethin', you gon' suffer You was better off fightin' ya team first, I'm Steve Kerr, the GOAT puncher Dome buster, ya know my style Yeah the Goonies had that shit poppin' for a minute, but it's over now So don't get loud If you don't wanna get stepped on, cut it out Drugz I bet y'all washed up ass will tone (acetone) it down Bro a clown, he just rappin' I'ma hustle until people rattin' and police will snatch us You ever play 2K? Well before my career we would grind until we seen the badges Nina clap 'em Spine shot, put Drugz back on the street, this might be entrapment Nina clap him, we get at him Whole gang squeezin' If them niggas miss? I send some more fiendin' (morphine) to get him for the same reason Droppin' Drugz where he hang at right after I say "lean him" (saline) him Beam him, show you what this AK does You get murked, hear something loud first Then we send you to the gateway Drugz On the set [Round 2: Drugz] I said, you a fan favorite...you earned that They hate me...I deserve that So when this shit drop on the app, they gonna vote for you regardless, it's so wack This shit remind me of this time this bitch tried to put a whole fuckin' baby on me y'all 'Til the DNA test results came back with the cold facts Cause now, I don't wanna hear nothin' else about this little motherfucker Cause y'all said I was no match His dome cracked, you better keep it on you The fans seem to think that he's immortal 'Til it's an Idaho on the barrel when we come for you Put a potato next to a crab and make a sea (C) food boil Keep it cordial This Glock stay by me 17 and Every Fucking Bar I got a fake ID It's like y'all don't even want me to say my peace I saw the polls y'all dead wrong That shit wasn't even close like an air ball Me? Trash? That's the narrative y'all tryin' to paint? Well y'all being lead on, and they got me pissed off So don't say the wrong word or droppin' the Quarter like a swear jar Lead jaw, bullets dump out the Glock Y'all saw me Kill Bill Why you tryin' to punch out a box? Drum gotta stop The heat dump, keep squeezin' until there's nothin' left like a Capri Sun GOAT? He's one You hear the fans, every battle "Yeah Nitty, kick his ass." That's cause you so talented when it comes to rappin' 'bout grippin' mags I mean honestly bro, you're unmatched This nigga spaz But you didn't brought that gift to me Aww, {gun cocks} you shouldn't have Pistol blast, Hollow round, roastin' session I'll really smoke this peasant You and this .50 cal' bullet got somethin' in common; both from the Desert I'll load the Heckler I'll lift this TEC up Y'all brought this nigga to my region? I knew it was a setup He drove past with some Crips in the car, oh yeah that shit gettin' wet up Soon as I saw all them crabs in the bucket I knew it was no lead up I'm fed up I'm comin' for my spot What's mine is mine, this chop', fresh out the box Well that just mean it's my time to shine Llama's fly, they gonna have to reconstruct you Pull another strap, nigga I don't even wanna tussle Danny, I believe in a Parallel Universe, cause now Rum's seein' double You in trouble Ya boy Nitty? Done So litty; fun Gun wit' me; run All I need to take gold Rum is one fifty; one Blicky; drum Buck the tool, don't ask me "Suicide or I'll do the job" I'ma just leave it up to you [Round 2: Rum Nitty] Y'all knew for surely I would kill him I got a flight to take, so this will only take a minute Point blank Get up close so I don't miss him It's hard to control me when I'm trippin' This just like When Animals Attack Cause I let one from the Sig' free (Siegfried) & Roy'll be a victim You niggas bitches You can't box, we know now Your form wild I'd have dropped you Stomped you Kickin' Drugz soon as I put the boy down It's goin' down Fuck if the camera's on, we get busy I keep it wit' me like a tag-along Pull up in a four door Ford, with a 'matic drawn Then hop out the Focus on Drugz like it's Adderall I 'Get At You Dog' A Glock holler, let a clip off in ya back That bitch a Rottweiler! Stop barkin' or I have 'em bring static to you next (neck), I'm the shot caller (shock collar) You 'bout to get all the smoke And take so many punches the fans yellin' (Get off the ropes) Out the gate y'all losin' Why they make y'all do this? This was done before it happened, I Deja Vu'ed it Point blank, in the middle of your face I shoot it That's lead (led) to the center Drugz, like the K-9 unit Glock ring, I'll drop king Top on the floor, I need a box spring You should've dodged me You 'bout to get bodied Yusef It's gonna be hella hallelujahs and trauma units I ain't want to but I gotta do it Chopper shootin' And once the K come out, Drugz a dead man; embalming fluid Get stupid? This MAC clappin' loudly I'm strap packin', doubt me? And I keep some niggas that'll take it past rap around me I'm out my fuckin' mind Havin' flash backs and wildin' I'm off the chain And throwed off, you better ask Jakk about it I out him, in an instant He gon' die, and any minute His homeboy's tryin' to help him out, but the nigga driftin' And I'ma do him dirty if he tryin' to get Drugz in the system Pistol hit him, wit' the clip in His head'll swell up like a balloon full, Drugz; if I whip it This the intervention You finished, get to writin' up ya will And it's no mo' Gun Show, I got a license to conceal To keep it real, I ain't wanna smoke you or nothin' So I feel bad givin' you this big ass Thor hammer Cause you low key (Loki) my brother Motherfucker Can't keep it real yourself Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide [Round 3: Drugz] Aye can I get a round of applause for Rum Nitty? Coast to coast! My nigga traveled in the 'rona Just to keep his word Show up and battled his opponent He was excited to be here too y'all 'Til he seen me grippin' the ratchet on the corner "I'm sorry I lied to-" I'm 'bout to send yo' ass back to Arizona! This nigga used to be a loaner 'Til he joined some niggas and settled I'm talkin' Writer's Bloque, Every Fuccin' Bar, Team Homi, I just listed several But you started off with KG and them, that's what helped you level But I don't give a fuck if you came in Fourth, you still (steel) gon' get this metal (medal) What he ain't gon' tell you, is that I'm the one that motivates him And if he say anything different, it's all cappin' How the fuck we rap so similar Rum? But I'm the one that's stagnant? Let me guess, I sound like Twork, I sound like Tw- I'm so sick of this fuckin' madness Ain't it allergy season? You got all them Drugz in ya pen and you just sittin' back waitin' on a reaction I'm spazzin' Cause I can't hold that I watched B. Dot smoke you on that roof like, "Holy crap" You was borin', and so wack It's 'bout time you change what's in ya raps We sick of hearin' about your two sticks (k)Nit' It's starting to thread together and overlap You over clap with no angle but here's one The Tay Roc and Ms. Hustle, that screenshot he took She said she never told you nothin' about no tran- okay that had me shook Cause you the homie, and I'm not sayin' you was talking to the thing first, but that's how it look You tried to expose that nigga and it backfired, that was the move of a rook' And based on stature, y'all remind me of Tory and Meg but you shot yourself in the foot All that fuckin' gossipin' I'm surprised you still got followers Don't let this battle rap shit change ya character as a man, I'm just remindin' ya I should catch him while he's sleepin' And use that pillow he was talkin' on as a silencer I'ma body ya You broke the man code, you gotta die You only see that bitch at hotels, Rum outta (Ramada) line You start actin' weird, soon as you got a dime But when I heard his little ass was hittin' that big booty bitch- Woo, I couldn't believe it Aak That bitch about as curvy as a bottle of Azul, and I'ma ring her top Bring a mop Hot flashes out the blick gon' streak I caught him and Ms. Hustle out on a date, they was just tryin' to get somethin' to eat I told 'em, order whatever they want, cause it's on me Chrome heat, it's packin' power I put that on the house Rum, like happy hour This Beretta finna bang Fully loaded and I'm givin' it all to Nit' (alternate), he'll never be the same Don't ask me, suicide or I'll do the job, I'ma just leave it up to you As far as battle rap in my city nigga, I'm runnin' mine I live for mumbo sauce stains on my white tee in the summer time [Round 3: Rum Nitty] Aye you know it's on cuz Aye Smack you ready? (I'm ready son) 'Bout to pull somethin' loaded on Drugz I'm done waitin' It's gun blazin' if cuz complainin' I'll make a punk famous Horse around if you want but you gon' run later Once one of these collide they'll (Clydesdale) break out, I'm un-stable This one's fatal I'm 'bout to dog walk you bad, do all you can But when I put you down you gon' Stay patna like Hollohan It's R.I.P.'s when they lost they fam' They done already got you a bottle of liquor Drugz and poured it out...it sounds like contraband When you boxed the old man, why you was swingin' like that for? Punching witcha head down, you can't see like that Roy You gotta weave and bob while you're blocking, keep your defense on point You lost points I'd have put hands on you too And beat yo' ass with them moves We all seen your arm strong (Armstrong) but it ain't really land on the Moon How you a Goon? I be done shot a lame You get the MAC if you ain't in shottie range Fully automatic, I ain't even gotta aim If one hit his roof he get a closed casket, family in a lot of pain Cause they couldn't even tell if Drugz in it, this shit a Cosby drink It's ya time today Peace patna, the piece poppin' 'They'll Reminisce Over You', I'll Pete Rock ya Squeeze choppers, he gon' bleed, watchin' blood spill It's gonna be more DNA cells (sales) than Get Money & Drink Water Think smarter Cause you done sealed ya fate and got killed today You can choose just how you wanna die, I got a million ways But this is my spot, you can't steal my space Are you slow son? It's apparent (a parent) you can't move me, What's Eating Gilbert Grape? Niggas fake, but you know how I go Loc wit' the smoke I'm a real monster, I be holdin' my own Called 'The Gun Show' by his home Baow He turned into a sprinter, then it tore (tour) through, I put the Show on the road Big fo's You know how I'm rockin' stupid Glock or Ruger Try some shit then I gotta use it Racked and ready, one up top, I'm a shooter Get popped up Watch how I (eye) drop Drugz, I'm a Looper Make a move and I'ma regulate Bring death your way It's white sheets if you ever play And they got Drugz covered up like it's Medicaid Let me set it straight You got your whole style from Twork Now this bitch just dirty That nigga can be way bigger than what he is But if he don't stop puttin' on this mini PAC-12 version, you ain't gon' never Excel Jersey Dirty, you should pick up on some of this game yo'self But Drugz tryin' so hard to be an O.G. you might literally strain yo'sef And I know, every line I keep that K And on some real shit, we do need some peace and unity And I'm prayin' to see that Day' On the set, you can't keep it real yourself Suicide or I'll do the job-