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urltv – aye verb vs. geechi gotti كلمات اغاني

[round 1: aye verb]
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_gga get in front of you and y’all lock wit’ them eyes
how y’all survive?
it’s first, k!ll 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_gga, 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_gga, 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_ggas sleepin’
i left “vegan verb” at home, this beef man
f_ck 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 ak_ma sh_t
i know you heard, but i seen it my n_gga, the rumor flipped
i’m a boss
b_tch i’m way too boomin’ to boom yo’ sh_t
buy my youngings 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_ggas 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_gga.”
you read (red) me wrong and i blew (blue) yo’ sh_t
you gotta nail a god to cross the lines and n_gga, i’m not yo’ crucifix
aye, i’m confused a bit how you start yo’ rounds like, “you’se a b_tch”
but you get flew out by dudes and sh_t
get a bag, go home and buy weave bundles
no, you’se a b_tch
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_ggas who used to k!ll ain’t worried about young n_ggas that k!ll 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 sh_ll 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 k!llin’
i can’t see myself in these fake n_ggas through smoke and mirrors
be honest
vers’ me you can’t win because your mind clouded
open your omlette, and let go n_gga, 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_gga i’m wit’ the nonsense
the locked hair, hombre blond twisted john wick
stl, we back (h)ours like y’all time switch
you the king? i had the heir to the throne like lebron b_tch
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_ggas like grown children
[round 1: geechi gotti]
url gave me a home game!
i appreciate verb cause he popped out
to battle me in l.a.? that’s what most these scary n_ggas not ’bout
ain’t finna wrestle witchu in this ring though, you gettin knocked out
think chris, i been one (benoit) to catch a body in my house
the glocks out
i ain’t for play play
cuz get pistol whipped ’til ya skull open
go from pill to crack, it was gateway drug
n_gga you ain’t no thug
you be on some g_y sh_t
i remember nights i had the chopper givin’ facelifts
pull up, skkkkrt
hop out and let the k spit
arm pointin’ out the audi (adi), boom_in’ to make a statement
gang sh_t
they said bangin’ was fade, we will eventually get tired of poppin’ straps
’til i seen a n_gga get buried under the dirt
i told his mama, “i don’t think he can grow outta that.”
a lotta straps
i stay promotin’ the violence
i’ma shoot ’til ya fam’ in tears
that mean every man, child and woman is cryin’
amazin’ how somethin’ so loud can create a moment of silence
n_gga beam wit’ the red dot
shoot ’til ya chest pop
gang of guns soundin’ off my n_gga, the lead hot
got me feelin’ like a truck driver
cause the mac goin’ to (’til) the rest stop
get ya neck shot
bullet come out this f_g face
you gettin’ buried under them greens that ya ass ate
now ya really are what you eat verb, you plant based
you d_mn straight
most these battle n_ggas nerves get punched and kicked ’til ya face planted on the curb
stompin’ on verb
gave a whole new meanin’ to standin’ on my words
i remember, standin’ on the curb, seein’ n_ggas die at the start of summer
i shot n_ggas and been shot
i know karma well enough i could’ve borrowed from her
ya dawg’s a gunner, that’s why i ride strapped
cause i ain’t tryin’ to die or gettin’ k!lled, i’m hittin’ corners with the baby on my lap
my son think he drivin’ for real, n_gga i’m in the field
i was on some locin’ sh_t
i still remember the first time i had to hold the grip
shots was goin’ everywhere when i blowed the sh_t
homies was callin’ me “anwar”
it was plain to see i couldn’t control the b_tch
unloadin’ clips, you finna get k!lled
beggin’ for your life in front of this steel
he askin’ me not to, but i’m drop ’em anyway, n_gga hip hop is real
aye what’s the deal?
i got a gang of crips outside, you should be very scared
this g_ngb_ngin’ like teachin’ kids
aye, be (b) c’s everywhere
i couldn’t even imagine you in jail, i just can’t see it happen
you say you captain marketable, i know some n_ggas ready to mark out the captain
so what’s happenin’
i’m talkin’ locks in the socks, prolly open hand slap him
just sayin’, if i ever caught verb on a sentence, just know that it’s action
yeah n_gga the .4 will hit you
dome shot, exposin’ tissue
anybody showin’ concern for verb, i’m unloadin’ pistols
so if they yellin’, “aye hold on!” they just be goin’ witchu
cause when it’s real, y’all can tell
n_gga rap
[round 2: aye verb]

- urltv

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