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Geechi Gotti vs. Aye Verb
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Top tier...versus God tier See me and Gotti sit on opposite sides Before the lil' loc can evolve and sit wit' us First he gotta lose a couple notches of pride Cause when a God tier n***a get in front of you and y'all lock wit' them eyes How y'all survive? It's first, kill them thoughts that you're not gonna die Cause you will I'm lion for lion with you chump They say, "Geechi Gotti can punch. He nuts." So Just like Nutso he gon' die off the jump E'rybody bleeds n***a, I done lost a few times Blood ain't comin' out my mouth no mo', like Tekashi69 L.A. bars, I'ma talk to this n***a, not try to St. Louis, that drive-by real when we ride through You out yo' league Either open eyes with a wide view or two vice grips And I'll stretch the I (eye) like "Piru" Nightmares come when you n***as sleepin' I left "Vegan Verb" at home, this beef man f**k that peace sh*t, its cinematics If I gotta spit 'matics the car creepin' Smokin' anything that the K see (KC) then we Chief-in' That's Midwest sh*t Rah! Chest rip like Akuma sh*t I know you heard, but I seen it my n***a, the rumor flipped I'm a boss b*t*h I'm way too boomin' to boom yo' sh*t Buy my youngins fast food all month for they foolishness Rock, paper, scissors See you scissors right now, but you legit The better bet it's Always on Roc(k) like a Puma fit 11 years, my peers ask me, "Verb how you do that sh*t?' Get yo' mind and body right, that turmeric tune yo' sh*t New n***as always think they can hang, how true is this? Y'all get the big head, I adjust the noose and loose the fit Like, "Come here n***a." You read (red) me wrong and I blew (blue) yo' sh*t You gotta nail a God to cross the lines and n***a, I'm not yo' crucifix Aye, I'm confused a bit how you start yo' rounds like, "You'se a b*t*h" But you get flew out by dudes and sh*t Get a bag, go home and buy weave bundles No, you'se a b*t*h Ask my city, they say I'm the face, how that real sound Everything that I did you tryin' to do now It means nothin' 30 days to get ready? Let's get down Old n***as who used to kill ain't worried about young n***as that kill now The dope house, it was a Full House The sh*t was wicked That's why that white girl had to stay next door; that Kimmy Gibbler Ain't worryin' if Crip be trippin', I'm from it so miss me wit' it In any field I show signs of a slide, my pitch be different Wrap my arms around yo' mama big sister Her frail body, and crush her Sorry, gotta go, TT, I just spelled "Gotti" Heard yo' patnas like to smoke that dip and they feel brolic If they put that water in 'em, you gon' pull a shell out 'em On God Most of you rappers just grow an image, I know your gimmick Is to try to turn O from Menace to a token hero See it's no convincin' cause you so focused on dope and killin' I can't see myself in these fake n***as through smoke and mirrors Be honest Vers' me you can't win because your mind clouded Open your omelette, and let go n***a, ya thoughts in bondage Your rhymes is catered to convicts and Crown Vics, I'm beyond it Full speed ahead, straight forward tonight I'm Giannis I'm conscious, but not tonight n***a I'm wit' the nonsense The locked hair, hombre blond twisted John Wick S.T.L., we back (h)ours like y'all time switch You the king? I had the heir to the throne like LeBron b*t*h Yo, round one, I'm on top of yo' head let's get to drillin' Round two: Blade, I cross his scalp, lower his ceilin' In round three, take the skin off his Adam Apple it's so appealin' Then let the wind hit his skull Geechi Gotti death 'bout to be bone chillin' Look how I talk to you n***as like grown children
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