[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
We got Geechi Gotti versus...
150K wit' my brother! Nigga, we on!
50-50? Bitch, get alone (a loan)
The only thing I'm splittin' is a nigga dome!
Nigga, the blade chrome
Get your weight up
Buck-fifty to the Quarter: now that's a pay cut
Aye, cuh, we both Crips, I'm just a bigger Crip
Put you in a box and send you off: I'll get a member shipped (membership)
Nigga, this what you signed up fo'!?
Make your mind up, bro
I'm a shooter, Nitty - you and I know that
When you was workin' at Wal-Mart, gettin' asked "What's the price on that?"
I was standin' over bodies watchin' the eyes roll back (Rollback)
Nigga, you my guy, no cap
You cold wit' punches
But besides that, you really ain't on nothin'
I mеan, it's a few dope lines, but it still ain't no substancе
It's punch after punch
Real niggas don't feel that
All it take is a angle about how all you do is punch, and that'll kill that
Real rap, we go through shootouts every day in Compton
.223s, tre-5-7...nigga, you better weigh your options
Nigga, aye, what's POPPIN'!?
You got me tight, and (Titan)...I ain't feelin' this shit
Call my Nina "Steve McNair" 'cause you finna get killed by this bitch!
Nigga, this steel'll knock off ya lady roof
You ain't gotta believe me, Rum: the .80 proof
Aye, I ain't here to play wit' dude
The moment they booked this battle, I had visions of seein' you strangled
Pistol-whipped 'til you bloodied and mangled
.5 to the back of ya head: I'll DW Flame you!
That's on the gang, fool!
I ain't nothin' like them other niggas! That's somethin' you should know
So come down wit' somethin' vs. me? They gon' have to come up with money for yo' funeral
The tool'll blow, chain-smokin
You brain-dead, Nitty ain't function all year: blame COVID
Aye, homie, we was just sippin' Dom today
Matter fact, I bought the last bottle
Cuz, you owe me one
If not, I'mma load the gun, and it won't be fun
This shit sound backwards, how fast we went from drinkin' buds to me smokin' Rum!
Is you off-
We got Geechi Gotti versus...
150K wit' my brother! Nigga, we on!
50-50? Bitch, get alone (a loan)
The only thing I'm splittin' is a nigga dome!
Nigga, the blade chrome
Get your weight up
Buck-fifty to the Quarter: now that's a pay cut
Aye, cuh, we both Crips, I'm just a bigger Crip
Put you in a box and send you off: I'll get a member shipped (membership)
Nigga, this what you signed up fo'!?
Make your mind up, bro
I'm a shooter, Nitty - you and I know that
When you was workin' at Wal-Mart, gettin' asked "What's the price on that?"
I was standin' over bodies watchin' the eyes roll back (Rollback)
Nigga, you my guy, no cap
You cold wit' punches
But besides that, you really ain't on nothin'
I mеan, it's a few dope lines, but it still ain't no substancе
It's punch after punch
Real niggas don't feel that
All it take is a angle about how all you do is punch, and that'll kill that
Real rap, we go through shootouts every day in Compton
.223s, tre-5-7...nigga, you better weigh your options
Nigga, aye, what's POPPIN'!?
You got me tight, and (Titan)...I ain't feelin' this shit
Call my Nina "Steve McNair" 'cause you finna get killed by this bitch!
Nigga, this steel'll knock off ya lady roof
You ain't gotta believe me, Rum: the .80 proof
Aye, I ain't here to play wit' dude
The moment they booked this battle, I had visions of seein' you strangled
Pistol-whipped 'til you bloodied and mangled
.5 to the back of ya head: I'll DW Flame you!
That's on the gang, fool!
I ain't nothin' like them other niggas! That's somethin' you should know
So come down wit' somethin' vs. me? They gon' have to come up with money for yo' funeral
The tool'll blow, chain-smokin
You brain-dead, Nitty ain't function all year: blame COVID
Aye, homie, we was just sippin' Dom today
Matter fact, I bought the last bottle
Cuz, you owe me one
If not, I'mma load the gun, and it won't be fun
This shit sound backwards, how fast we went from drinkin' buds to me smokin' Rum!
Is you off-
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