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Geechi Gotti vs. Casey Jay
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I said, it's time for action Every gun you got, I hope you packed 'em It's about to be arms breakin' and legs snappin' Okay, Crip, let's get it crackin' This whole battle, I'm lettin' shots fly I'll give ya top five This yo' funeral, not mine Your Crips 'bout to put a flag over your casket like a cop died The Glock rise If I hear any sh*t about if Twork prepped, then I wouldn't win I kill n***as, and I'm about to do you like them Take Geechi body and put it right next to Swamp It's 'bout to look like Double Impact again! Don't get me on 10 'Cause I'm the type, to spin on him and dim the lights Now I'm at cuzzin (cousin) crib...Auntie said I could spend the night And I don't play fair I kick down his door, likе I know Bay (bae) there Wit' .9s, .45s - thе crib lookin' like daycare! Aim at his chest...spray there I'll stain your sh*t n***a, I will put a part in your head better than the b*t*h that braid your sh*t! This chopper'll make you lay down Headshot, knock your brains out Now he on the porch like R. Kelly wit' half his braids out! f**k Geechi Gotti! This where your life 'bout to come to a stop Wit' two .4s (24) in plain (plane) sight...GG (Gigi) 'bout to die wit' a pop I'm eyein' the opp, so let's get it poppin' Wit' two guns, Venus and Serena I'm raisin' both of these b*t*hes in Compton! I'm trigger-happy Run up on me, I'll do you badly .9 out, but this .40 stay hidden (hittin') like sugar daddies If I get robbed, I'll f**k up Smack event It's gon' be brand-new R.I.P. slogans Project X wit' this head loaded I'll make it peel (pill) at NOME (gnome) and be on the street wit' this heat blowin' I stay wit' a tool Wait 'til this cannon get pulled Sniper rifle wit' a stand, on Gotti like Sammy the Bull If gats get used, it'll be bad news I'll f**k up your features The person that birthed Marc (birthmark) gon' have to ID you by tattoos You not that dude I'll lick a (liquor) shot, hit your casa, migos (Casamigos) I'm not gettin' a round at the bar For thinkin' I was fast food? Sonic commercial Every clip getting shot in the car Wit' this L.A. chopper Let's see if this L.A. Crip can become a L.A. Dodger I know you brought your L.A. partners, but they all get shot if they ride And I keep blowin' the nose like the pollen was high But this is your guy? Marcus Fantroy? Well, I think Marc is a fan, Troy Yeah, Marc you market 'cause he left a mark on the fans, Troy? Well, test me? I bench Marc (benchmark), I don't lose f**k who I'm facin' And n***a...you'se a b*t*h if they even debate it! I brought the Madness, so let's get to bangin' Deuce-deuce or this tre: this your Ultimate ultimatum! We got Geechi Gotti...versus- What the f**k this brickface he-she finna do!? b*t*h, I coulda did a song wit' Lu Castro and Mark Henry And still wouldn't have stronger features than you! The heat gettin' drew, c*ck and pull it Let's see if this b*t*h face strong enough to block a bullet These thots is foolish I'll let a shell blaze you Kylie Penner get smoked in the parking lot like a tailgater Top twisted, Pen' head (Pinhead) ain't on straight Who the hell raised ya (Hellraiser)? I'm a trailblazer! If I can't do nothin' else, b*t*h, I could shoot straight 100 buck like a blueface You must be out your mind if you think I'm 'Missing You', Case! Your body get zipped up like a suitcase I'mma do you worse than I did Math I don't give a f**k if it's wrong or right You seen what I did to Justin, Case' ("Just In Case") You won't make it home tonight! This ho won't fight! Miss me wit' them bars how you tryna knuckle up You ain't wit' nothin' tough Me and Coffee only fell off 'cause I ain't let her f**k you up b*t*h, yo' jawline buff as f**k! Yo' weave need touchin' up You ain't even deserve this battle - y'ain't done enough Matter fact, if I win, it don't even matter This different levels I'm on a different stature Casey, you won the moment they even gave you this battle b*t*h, you can skedaddle! Run along Nah, I'mma kill you right here, front and center, so everybody here could see Standin' over the body, havin' regrets Feelin' like Prep..."The f**k this b*t*h did to me?" I been on a killing spree! Bardashians? Where Jaz and O at? Y'all just a group of b*t*hes who teach each other how to suck d**k, and everybody knows that Yeah, you better than them other two b*t*hes - that's fasho facts 'Cause The Rapper ain't never taught you nothin' 'bout no raps The only thing Jaz(z) can show you is how to blow sacks (sax) Oh, snap! Every! f**kin'! BAR! "Oh, snaps! Gotti trippin'! She's just a girl!" n***a, miss me The b*t*h hit me? She gon' hit a growth spurt right after that, and be 6 feet! The clips be, extended b*t*h, I can show you You dead, homegirl I'll have Jaz pourin' out thot juice for you That robotic-ass cadence and stiff delivery is like a cheat for you That's why yo' sh*t is borin' and tirin' All yo' opponents be sleep on you This a man's world I don't give a f**k how much you look like one b*t*h, it's a difference I don't give a f**k about them pretty blue eyes I'm really Crippin' The only eye I'm worrying 'bout tonight is the witness! And when it's... Rap I said, Geechi, you know I like to smoke I'll pull up on you whenever I get a chance Rob you wit' this fo' out like, 'n***a...I need every. f**kin'. Gram." I know Gotti got bundles Give 'em up! Don't get me p*ssed off 'Cause if I have a b*t*h in a chair with extensions to her hair, it's not a install So left jab, uppercut - that's just for tryin' me I ain't hit a lick (liq') in a minute: I broke sobriety! I'll tie him down...but I ain't tryna tame the n***a This nickel will take a quarter off him You know b*t*hes be tryin' to change a n***a This chopper'll hit you and whoever hangin' wit' him Your son wanna be a Crip too!? BOW! 'Til he die from Blue Baby Syndrome! I'm not the right one to provoke I know killers and drug dealers, but we were shooters the most They showed me the stash spot for the guns and the coke Chris Tucker, Money Talks: I buried (Barry) White wit' the toast Slash to his throat, I'll finish the man We got Biscuits, poppin', squeezin' the can Take away his back end, like he was a no-show The way that he was screamin' for God...thought he was Loso! But sh*t, it's some sh*t that I don't get, though Like, how this lifestyle changed your currency, but you still tryna push you a Crip, though (crypto)! I pushed out a baby, still hittin' licks on a flip phone Me tryna keep balance was putting us both in limbo So your stories? I get those We all got scars But I ain't tellin' on my n***as for no battle rap bar Your soul goin' far, so a higher power, hope you believe in it 'Cause I'll kill this n***a for nothin': make him a free spirit I'll give you two from this piece and be at peace wit' it Or just buck it (bucket) under your chin...think it's a leak in it! Geechi! I will shoot you where you was already shot! Tearin' through scar tissue Not just you...everyone get it like trust issues You think I give a f**k that you #1 on the app When y'all can't tell me a time that I haven't won on the app!? You sayin' I'm doin' voodoo and you runnin' wit' that? Well, I got a stick, and I'm about to pin one in his back! Why would you want this fade? I came to kill you...I'm known to leave a Marc (mark) on this stage Why you feelin' played, n***a? You was on every card last year You shoulda got 100K and capitalized Now ain't no way you could shift Case: this capital's mine A cap in his mind EFB gon' have to find out if his cappin' is fine You better not choke, hands 'round his throat That's the only way it's gon' happen this time! Go! b*t*h, you'se a witch! They told me don't look in here eyes if I want a fair shape She doin' some type of voodoo Got all of these n***as chokin' and they scared straight They know you can't f**k wit' me That's nothin' these n***as'll dare say I'm upper echelon To reach this level, you gon' need more than a stare, Case (staircase) I swear, Case! You only stopped f**kin' wit' Quantum 'cause he told us that he gave you bars But you were still cool wit' Hemi 'cause he kept it low and played his cards I know a few n***as in battle rap whose d**k you sucked for lines But it's Bro Code, I'm not exposin' But as long as they keep they mouth closed, you'll keep your mouth open I mean, you so soft-spoken That Southern charm got you seemin' innocent b*t*h, you must think we ignorant All you do is suck d**k, recite they lines, and reap the benefits In both instances, all you do is use your mouth Without a doubt Whoever p*n*s goin' in, that's who pen is comin' out And I'm not jokin'! But as long as they keep they mouth closed, YOU'LL keep your mouth OPEN! Casey, a n***a can tell you, he got other b*t*hes that he'd rather chill wit' And he ain't comin' home at night on some real sh*t But you gon' be like, "Nah, that's cool. You the n***a I'm tryna build wit'."
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