[Round 1: Chess]
First and foremost, bring up anything that's past tense?
Y'all suckin' mad dick!
I got three words only: "I'm back, bitch!"
Ready to blast clips, mid-battle if son move me
Soon as Geechi Gotti recorded, bust toolies
And burn double G on cam' like "Fuck Gucci!"
BANG!
Empty the clip then switch the lead on you
BANG!
Now this Crip is dead on you
It's an end for blue when I put this infrared on you
BANG!
Chess back and that nigga rappin'
Don't try to test the goons in the back of this nigga rappin'
Cause my OG's "GO" don't happen to get it backwards
I can't tame my niggas, they actually be savage
None of my Animals Channel-ed; National Geographic
I got a couple hit men for the cash they'll leave you blasted
They don't even make it hot, they casually will blast it
Niggas askin' all these questions like, have I shot a nigga?
I keep that pro low (Polo) G
I cap a lotta niggas
We in Florida so he thinks shit's safe
Wait, if I let his brains hit the floor it'll (Florida) never leave the state
Yo! Guess what?
I'm insane, my brain kinda messed up
Rum Nitty, this ya man? Y'all all gettin' eff'ed up
I dump mine, crunch time, every shot drop in 4th Quarter if Chess clutch
Regret what?
I done came to this stage and messed up
But I told y'all I was the Best, Man why would I not give him more, is Chess nuts? (Morris Chestnut)
Ya set what?
Oh it's blue you bang
Well I'm neutral, but niggas know I move with the moving gang
Run me off what block? You won't move a thang
But if I do leave, dude please, don't think it's cool to hang
Cause soon as I spin back you gon' hear somethin' boom or rang (boomerang)
Headshot, let it burn his face; Gucci Mane
Poppa callin', turn the cal' to his mom; Pootie Tang
I ain't tryin' to get to know ya hoe
I'm just want ya boo for brain
Get her number and stick my log in (login), I won't even use her (user) name
You'se a lame, is that why you mad dude?
Niggas be yappin' and I just be laughin' my ass off
But(t) if he happens to chat more, I put the can' to his mouth like that was the last straw
I dare you to flex Aak, niggas be thinkin' I'm light
But if we fight, pussy you will get dropped
Gotti got bundles
Well Chess givin' out fades, nigga we could run a unisex shop
I wanna see if Gotti a shooter cause y'all be talkin' like this Crab finna buck it
Well how's he holdin' back? Everything in this barrel like crabs in a bucket
Niggas bust it, reach, grab, and untuck it
If he doesn't, I'll beat his ass just for bluffin'
Stay close to a big ratchet like the taxes is comin'
At one point, if it wasn't rap it was hustlin'
Youngin' in the trap wit' this Magnum I'm clutchin'
.22 on the shelf, one stashed in the bucket
.38 in the dresser, two straps out in public
Reheatin' ya Micky D's, that MAC in the oven
And that ratchet under the-
Nah nigga she on the bed like, "I don't care if wifey catchin' us fuckin'"
You have to be fuckin' kiddin' me, this nigga is basic
Yo cuz, I got love for the Crips as a nation, but don't get me mistaken
I'll still clear out a whole neighborhood like gentrification
Cause he rollin' in a wheelchair after I squeeze the thing
BAOW!
This rich Crip will (cripple) be lookin' like Stephen King
"Rich Crip", "Stephen King"
They say this is my third strike like I ain't never played well
Nigga any time I didn't win, I beat myself, I don't ever take L's
Niggas sleep, but I could make this picture (pitcher) better; Blake Snell
Tampa Bay finna witness the Devil raise Hell
Cake Lyfe!
Cause we cake livin', make him bleed like he ain't Crippin'
(Body after body after body, I'm shape shiftin'!)
Nah, there's more in the clip so I'm sparkin' it at you
Chess piece on Gotti like his Arsonal battle
I'm shape shifting
Fuck outta here
Rap!
First and foremost, bring up anything that's past tense?
Y'all suckin' mad dick!
I got three words only: "I'm back, bitch!"
Ready to blast clips, mid-battle if son move me
Soon as Geechi Gotti recorded, bust toolies
And burn double G on cam' like "Fuck Gucci!"
BANG!
Empty the clip then switch the lead on you
BANG!
Now this Crip is dead on you
It's an end for blue when I put this infrared on you
BANG!
Chess back and that nigga rappin'
Don't try to test the goons in the back of this nigga rappin'
Cause my OG's "GO" don't happen to get it backwards
I can't tame my niggas, they actually be savage
None of my Animals Channel-ed; National Geographic
I got a couple hit men for the cash they'll leave you blasted
They don't even make it hot, they casually will blast it
Niggas askin' all these questions like, have I shot a nigga?
I keep that pro low (Polo) G
I cap a lotta niggas
We in Florida so he thinks shit's safe
Wait, if I let his brains hit the floor it'll (Florida) never leave the state
Yo! Guess what?
I'm insane, my brain kinda messed up
Rum Nitty, this ya man? Y'all all gettin' eff'ed up
I dump mine, crunch time, every shot drop in 4th Quarter if Chess clutch
Regret what?
I done came to this stage and messed up
But I told y'all I was the Best, Man why would I not give him more, is Chess nuts? (Morris Chestnut)
Ya set what?
Oh it's blue you bang
Well I'm neutral, but niggas know I move with the moving gang
Run me off what block? You won't move a thang
But if I do leave, dude please, don't think it's cool to hang
Cause soon as I spin back you gon' hear somethin' boom or rang (boomerang)
Headshot, let it burn his face; Gucci Mane
Poppa callin', turn the cal' to his mom; Pootie Tang
I ain't tryin' to get to know ya hoe
I'm just want ya boo for brain
Get her number and stick my log in (login), I won't even use her (user) name
You'se a lame, is that why you mad dude?
Niggas be yappin' and I just be laughin' my ass off
But(t) if he happens to chat more, I put the can' to his mouth like that was the last straw
I dare you to flex Aak, niggas be thinkin' I'm light
But if we fight, pussy you will get dropped
Gotti got bundles
Well Chess givin' out fades, nigga we could run a unisex shop
I wanna see if Gotti a shooter cause y'all be talkin' like this Crab finna buck it
Well how's he holdin' back? Everything in this barrel like crabs in a bucket
Niggas bust it, reach, grab, and untuck it
If he doesn't, I'll beat his ass just for bluffin'
Stay close to a big ratchet like the taxes is comin'
At one point, if it wasn't rap it was hustlin'
Youngin' in the trap wit' this Magnum I'm clutchin'
.22 on the shelf, one stashed in the bucket
.38 in the dresser, two straps out in public
Reheatin' ya Micky D's, that MAC in the oven
And that ratchet under the-
Nah nigga she on the bed like, "I don't care if wifey catchin' us fuckin'"
You have to be fuckin' kiddin' me, this nigga is basic
Yo cuz, I got love for the Crips as a nation, but don't get me mistaken
I'll still clear out a whole neighborhood like gentrification
Cause he rollin' in a wheelchair after I squeeze the thing
BAOW!
This rich Crip will (cripple) be lookin' like Stephen King
"Rich Crip", "Stephen King"
They say this is my third strike like I ain't never played well
Nigga any time I didn't win, I beat myself, I don't ever take L's
Niggas sleep, but I could make this picture (pitcher) better; Blake Snell
Tampa Bay finna witness the Devil raise Hell
Cake Lyfe!
Cause we cake livin', make him bleed like he ain't Crippin'
(Body after body after body, I'm shape shiftin'!)
Nah, there's more in the clip so I'm sparkin' it at you
Chess piece on Gotti like his Arsonal battle
I'm shape shifting
Fuck outta here
Rap!
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