[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
We got Geechi Gotti versus...nigga every bar you wrote for that 2 on 2 was weak as a mothafucka
I couldn't use them shits
You was like, "Gotti, I think it would be cool if you let me say, 'you'se a bitch.'"
I said, "NO'
You said, "Why?"
I said, "Cause nigga you'se a bitch."
100K, nigga that's mine
Fuck that clock, I'm on that time
Shaun Paige be on life support if I clap mine
And if Paige a (pager) beepin', then it's a flatline
Heart stoppin'
After this, I'm gettin' new jewelry, my bitch wanna go car shoppin'
It's a lot of shit I gotta plan, but ya funeral at the beginning of the list, it's chart toppin'
Yo Smack, since when was it cool to get these marks poppin'?
Yeah we was partnеrs, but I really don't like Swamp
You win? I'ma rob you for whatevеr little doe you might got
Tie a rope around ya neck with a tight knot
You better make sure we paid 'fore your neck go broke Joc
If I catch you on my block, nigga that's tragic
Gats blastin', hit ya vertebrae and see a spinal cord goin' off, his back spazzin'
Nigga I pack ratchets, you thought cause you got kids I'd let you live?
Nigga that's a no
In spite of (spider) you havin' four BM's, I can't relax kiddo
The MAC'll blow
Your funeral gonna be packed fo' sho'
Turn yo' tarantula lookin' baby mamas into some black widows
Nigga this match could go, a lot smoother
Or I could shoot ya crib up, on the front line airin' from the outside like a Swamp cooler
Nigga where's yo' bitch?
I wanna talk to her
Soon as you told me she was a fan I was thinkin', "Hey, make her link like top jeweler"
Glock, Ruger, any one gon' send a shot through ya
Just to see ya ass drop
I got charged with recycling, I used these same cans on my last op'
Fuck a stash spot, I'm on the lap wit' it
He get clapped wit' it
Ain't nothin' gon' stay the same
Bullets goin' in and out, I'll make somethin' fly outta Paige (page) like a paper plane
Nigga this ain't a game
You said you broke down mo' dimes than Kevin Samuels
That's how you livin'? That ain't shit bro
I ain't kiddin', you need to know the dope game how I'm really livin'
Cuz I love you, but I had more O's (hoes) on my track than Lenny Williams
I'm old school
Battle rap, disrespectful
Niggas could fight, whatever they want to
That's why I needed Nitty to kill bruh
I didn't feel comfortable with Drugz still in the tournament, it's supposed to be no rules
I'm a Crip, I brought mo' tools
I brought the gauge cause the Glock was trippin'
Try to run, but the 12 already got you, nigga stop resistin'
We got Geechi Gotti versus...nigga every bar you wrote for that 2 on 2 was weak as a mothafucka
I couldn't use them shits
You was like, "Gotti, I think it would be cool if you let me say, 'you'se a bitch.'"
I said, "NO'
You said, "Why?"
I said, "Cause nigga you'se a bitch."
100K, nigga that's mine
Fuck that clock, I'm on that time
Shaun Paige be on life support if I clap mine
And if Paige a (pager) beepin', then it's a flatline
Heart stoppin'
After this, I'm gettin' new jewelry, my bitch wanna go car shoppin'
It's a lot of shit I gotta plan, but ya funeral at the beginning of the list, it's chart toppin'
Yo Smack, since when was it cool to get these marks poppin'?
Yeah we was partnеrs, but I really don't like Swamp
You win? I'ma rob you for whatevеr little doe you might got
Tie a rope around ya neck with a tight knot
You better make sure we paid 'fore your neck go broke Joc
If I catch you on my block, nigga that's tragic
Gats blastin', hit ya vertebrae and see a spinal cord goin' off, his back spazzin'
Nigga I pack ratchets, you thought cause you got kids I'd let you live?
Nigga that's a no
In spite of (spider) you havin' four BM's, I can't relax kiddo
The MAC'll blow
Your funeral gonna be packed fo' sho'
Turn yo' tarantula lookin' baby mamas into some black widows
Nigga this match could go, a lot smoother
Or I could shoot ya crib up, on the front line airin' from the outside like a Swamp cooler
Nigga where's yo' bitch?
I wanna talk to her
Soon as you told me she was a fan I was thinkin', "Hey, make her link like top jeweler"
Glock, Ruger, any one gon' send a shot through ya
Just to see ya ass drop
I got charged with recycling, I used these same cans on my last op'
Fuck a stash spot, I'm on the lap wit' it
He get clapped wit' it
Ain't nothin' gon' stay the same
Bullets goin' in and out, I'll make somethin' fly outta Paige (page) like a paper plane
Nigga this ain't a game
You said you broke down mo' dimes than Kevin Samuels
That's how you livin'? That ain't shit bro
I ain't kiddin', you need to know the dope game how I'm really livin'
Cuz I love you, but I had more O's (hoes) on my track than Lenny Williams
I'm old school
Battle rap, disrespectful
Niggas could fight, whatever they want to
That's why I needed Nitty to kill bruh
I didn't feel comfortable with Drugz still in the tournament, it's supposed to be no rules
I'm a Crip, I brought mo' tools
I brought the gauge cause the Glock was trippin'
Try to run, but the 12 already got you, nigga stop resistin'
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