[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
T.E.C.H.N.I.N.E
This motherfucker look like Wayne Brady
Nigga you's a bitch!
What you gon' say? "Oh, Gotti went to jail for a month, how'd he get out so quick?"
Nigga, if that's ya angle, you better dump that shit
Paper work, public info, you can go to the court and run my shit
The only thing I'm tellin'...is ya mama how to suck my dick
This nigga pussy, the respect gon'
The chopper have ya neck gon'
I stopped watchin' Champion, cause a Rest In Peace shirt the only thing I'm tryin' to see Tech on
You dead wrong, claimin' that you one of the greats
I'll put a gun in ya face, extendo
Clear 30, this ain't up for debate
You know what I hate?
Old ass niggas like you livin' off ya past battles
When your resume full of trash battles
Every round is jokes and more jokes
Niggas be watchin', just waitin' to see a punch like Math battles
I'm goin' hard all year I can't take it easy on these haters
Head shot, when he wake up all he remember was, "You have what it takes. You can make it. You in the world's most respec-"
The doctor's be soundin' like Beasley on the trailers
These niggas is fakers
I was known for Crippin' way befo' I was known for rappin'
So keep calm befo' it's ya dome I'm tappin'
Think R Streetz, if I pull it out, little nigga fo' sho' I'm clappin'
BAOW, Top, left of you hangin' on stage...real niggas know what happened
You don't rap like that, nigga fo' sho' I'm clappin'
Fuck a Tech 9, in battle rap you gon' stay wack
In the streets we use Rugers and Glocks
The only nigga usin' a Tec-9? JayBlac
Nigga straight facts
I stay strapped, bullets flyin', nigga you the victim
You gon' have to get Tech support; the computer trippin'
You a stupid nigga
You said I reuse bars, you know how stupid you sound?
Matter of fact, this the same can' I killed Ave wit'
BAOW, now that's how you recycle a round
Bitch you's a clown and ya mom's a silly ho
I'll fuck her in front of the microwave on camera, and let JayBlac do a reaction video
I'm disrespectful, I hope your baby mama get breast cancer while your baby gettin' breastfed
Before yo' granny die, I wanna be the nigga to pull up and take a piss on her deathbed
This nigga Tech dead, nigga you in my buildin', you can really lose ya life in
I hope you strapped, just know I got mines in
I'll kill you and that faggot ass light skinned hype man
And aim that shit at Smack like, "Nigga is you good? Well aight then."
I'm on one, kill mode just gotta make sure there ain't no witness lookin'
Cause I ain't tryin' to get caught, end up in that central booking
So I'm sneakin' with the biscuit, like my granny told me I couldn't eat til she finished cookin'
This nigga wussin', I don't listen when Tech speak
You lookin' at a pure shooter, just peep the technique
I can go over the top like a dramatic bitch or pull it behind ya back on some scandalous shit
Goddamn I'm sick
I'll let the .40 blam this bitch
I ain't never pressed for these weak hoes
Nina wit' me, I was lettin' mil's (Mill's) off befo' they freed Meek though
The heat low, the gun look fake but it ain't
Silly nigga, code word: Nicki Minaj
(What that mean?!)
This bitch plastic but(t) it'll drop a Philly nigga
Really nigga, I'm a street nigga, you the rapper
I'll shake ya hand before the battle then shoot him after
Ruger clapper
Stand over the body and put three in his face
Y'all gon' see this bitch get dumped over Tech (texts) like, "I think I just need some space."
You can plead ya case but I'ma keep shootin' G
This muhfucka fully automatic so I can let this bitch off easy
Like, "Baby it's not you it's me."
Who is he? It don't matter they all look the same after the trigger squeeze
We got nine's, .44's, and .45's, I'm puttin' everything on Tech like my Twitter feed
And when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes
Go 'head see if you can make them niggas believe them lies
Nigga time
T.E.C.H.N.I.N.E
This motherfucker look like Wayne Brady
Nigga you's a bitch!
What you gon' say? "Oh, Gotti went to jail for a month, how'd he get out so quick?"
Nigga, if that's ya angle, you better dump that shit
Paper work, public info, you can go to the court and run my shit
The only thing I'm tellin'...is ya mama how to suck my dick
This nigga pussy, the respect gon'
The chopper have ya neck gon'
I stopped watchin' Champion, cause a Rest In Peace shirt the only thing I'm tryin' to see Tech on
You dead wrong, claimin' that you one of the greats
I'll put a gun in ya face, extendo
Clear 30, this ain't up for debate
You know what I hate?
Old ass niggas like you livin' off ya past battles
When your resume full of trash battles
Every round is jokes and more jokes
Niggas be watchin', just waitin' to see a punch like Math battles
I'm goin' hard all year I can't take it easy on these haters
Head shot, when he wake up all he remember was, "You have what it takes. You can make it. You in the world's most respec-"
The doctor's be soundin' like Beasley on the trailers
These niggas is fakers
I was known for Crippin' way befo' I was known for rappin'
So keep calm befo' it's ya dome I'm tappin'
Think R Streetz, if I pull it out, little nigga fo' sho' I'm clappin'
BAOW, Top, left of you hangin' on stage...real niggas know what happened
You don't rap like that, nigga fo' sho' I'm clappin'
Fuck a Tech 9, in battle rap you gon' stay wack
In the streets we use Rugers and Glocks
The only nigga usin' a Tec-9? JayBlac
Nigga straight facts
I stay strapped, bullets flyin', nigga you the victim
You gon' have to get Tech support; the computer trippin'
You a stupid nigga
You said I reuse bars, you know how stupid you sound?
Matter of fact, this the same can' I killed Ave wit'
BAOW, now that's how you recycle a round
Bitch you's a clown and ya mom's a silly ho
I'll fuck her in front of the microwave on camera, and let JayBlac do a reaction video
I'm disrespectful, I hope your baby mama get breast cancer while your baby gettin' breastfed
Before yo' granny die, I wanna be the nigga to pull up and take a piss on her deathbed
This nigga Tech dead, nigga you in my buildin', you can really lose ya life in
I hope you strapped, just know I got mines in
I'll kill you and that faggot ass light skinned hype man
And aim that shit at Smack like, "Nigga is you good? Well aight then."
I'm on one, kill mode just gotta make sure there ain't no witness lookin'
Cause I ain't tryin' to get caught, end up in that central booking
So I'm sneakin' with the biscuit, like my granny told me I couldn't eat til she finished cookin'
This nigga wussin', I don't listen when Tech speak
You lookin' at a pure shooter, just peep the technique
I can go over the top like a dramatic bitch or pull it behind ya back on some scandalous shit
Goddamn I'm sick
I'll let the .40 blam this bitch
I ain't never pressed for these weak hoes
Nina wit' me, I was lettin' mil's (Mill's) off befo' they freed Meek though
The heat low, the gun look fake but it ain't
Silly nigga, code word: Nicki Minaj
(What that mean?!)
This bitch plastic but(t) it'll drop a Philly nigga
Really nigga, I'm a street nigga, you the rapper
I'll shake ya hand before the battle then shoot him after
Ruger clapper
Stand over the body and put three in his face
Y'all gon' see this bitch get dumped over Tech (texts) like, "I think I just need some space."
You can plead ya case but I'ma keep shootin' G
This muhfucka fully automatic so I can let this bitch off easy
Like, "Baby it's not you it's me."
Who is he? It don't matter they all look the same after the trigger squeeze
We got nine's, .44's, and .45's, I'm puttin' everything on Tech like my Twitter feed
And when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes
Go 'head see if you can make them niggas believe them lies
Nigga time
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