[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
We got Geechi Gotti versus...nigga you'se a bitch!
And you know you in trouble
Whoever let you come out here, the must didn't love you
.38 to the face
Remember we gave Real Deal the chain? It's gon' be the second time I snub you
Nigga slug you
Don't talk, or you goin' over the edge
Fans confused like, "Thought it wasn't no distractions on the roof. So how'd he get thrown off?"
The .4 spark
Bullets go through flesh and break bones
Two .40's, you get the ugly modеl; Grace Jones
Man I hate Jonеs, I should sock Chilla
Pistol whip him
Find out how that Glock feel
He thinkin' we cool, wanna kick it, I'd rather (k)not Chill
The Glock's steel
And it came with a drum clip
Shoot you and whoever you run wit'
Keep shootin' until the gun click
Paramedics wanna make sure this pussy good, they better come (cum) quick
Dumb bitch, you a fool to me
Knock him down, keep shootin' him 'til he's stankin'
The body odor (older); it hit puberty
You a fool to me
The tool wit' me
You know I don't play fair
It's plenty straps in the house if I stay there
So many .4's in the crib could run a daycare
Nigga, take care
You walkin' to the Gang Land so where is you from?
Nigga so what
Bucket under ya chin for what you throw up
Hol' up
The .50 blast, all head shots
Told my niggas, "All I want is the dome", like the pussy trash
Wit' yo' goofy ass
Back in the days I would've robbed you, really had you shook too
Man, I set this battle up, so in reality I still booked you
Look fool, you can get shot tonight, be a vegetable by the mornin'
I'm talkin' brain dead, not workin', it should file for unemployment
When I shoot? I enjoy it
I be smilin' blastin'
You should be used to this
You used to not gettin' no crown reaction
On God I'm spazzin'
He gon' die when the steel blast
Bad teacher how I hit him wit' an F and he still passed
This nigga Chill trash, and he been a hater
I'll air this shit out like a ventilator
It was a casket, 'til y'all seen Chill in a box; NASA refrigerator
I been told y'all, I didn't have to read no book to know how great gats be (Great Gatsby), I'm just realer than y'all
Soon as I pull it, surprise (Pulitzer Prize)
Chances are your Empire Falls
Just like I said nigga, I just found out ski masks were for fuckin' skiing and I wasn't lyin'
But didn't matter cause if I wore one, either way I was gon' be slidin'
And when it's real y'all can tell
You can see it in they eyes, yo' turn, see if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga time
We got Geechi Gotti versus...nigga you'se a bitch!
And you know you in trouble
Whoever let you come out here, the must didn't love you
.38 to the face
Remember we gave Real Deal the chain? It's gon' be the second time I snub you
Nigga slug you
Don't talk, or you goin' over the edge
Fans confused like, "Thought it wasn't no distractions on the roof. So how'd he get thrown off?"
The .4 spark
Bullets go through flesh and break bones
Two .40's, you get the ugly modеl; Grace Jones
Man I hate Jonеs, I should sock Chilla
Pistol whip him
Find out how that Glock feel
He thinkin' we cool, wanna kick it, I'd rather (k)not Chill
The Glock's steel
And it came with a drum clip
Shoot you and whoever you run wit'
Keep shootin' until the gun click
Paramedics wanna make sure this pussy good, they better come (cum) quick
Dumb bitch, you a fool to me
Knock him down, keep shootin' him 'til he's stankin'
The body odor (older); it hit puberty
You a fool to me
The tool wit' me
You know I don't play fair
It's plenty straps in the house if I stay there
So many .4's in the crib could run a daycare
Nigga, take care
You walkin' to the Gang Land so where is you from?
Nigga so what
Bucket under ya chin for what you throw up
Hol' up
The .50 blast, all head shots
Told my niggas, "All I want is the dome", like the pussy trash
Wit' yo' goofy ass
Back in the days I would've robbed you, really had you shook too
Man, I set this battle up, so in reality I still booked you
Look fool, you can get shot tonight, be a vegetable by the mornin'
I'm talkin' brain dead, not workin', it should file for unemployment
When I shoot? I enjoy it
I be smilin' blastin'
You should be used to this
You used to not gettin' no crown reaction
On God I'm spazzin'
He gon' die when the steel blast
Bad teacher how I hit him wit' an F and he still passed
This nigga Chill trash, and he been a hater
I'll air this shit out like a ventilator
It was a casket, 'til y'all seen Chill in a box; NASA refrigerator
I been told y'all, I didn't have to read no book to know how great gats be (Great Gatsby), I'm just realer than y'all
Soon as I pull it, surprise (Pulitzer Prize)
Chances are your Empire Falls
Just like I said nigga, I just found out ski masks were for fuckin' skiing and I wasn't lyin'
But didn't matter cause if I wore one, either way I was gon' be slidin'
And when it's real y'all can tell
You can see it in they eyes, yo' turn, see if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga time
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