urltv – geechi gotti vs. jaz the rapper كلمات اغاني
[round 1: jaz the rapper]
on april 12th, 12:13 pm
you asked twitter if there was anybody that could f_ck you
y’all chill with that laughin’ sh_t
i mean, you said it wasn’t you and somebody logged in with yo’ pass and sh_t
how much followers you have?
i know you hype you got your twitter back and sh_t
so we got freaky gotti versus…n_gga i’ll hack ya sh_t
if y’all don’t remember how i does…nah suck my d_ck!
now i’m finna flex
for ten years they’ve been askin’ when i’m gon’ give a n_gga wreck
i’ve been watchin’
i’ve been plannin’
i wanna take down the biggest threat
bardashians the gang
y’all wanna know why i’m kim? cause after i f_ck this n_gga, sh_t gon’ break the internet
i’m hawk sh_t, i talk sh_t
i’m from brooklyn, this how a b_tch from new york get
be easy, this ain’t the first time a compton n_gga died for f_ckin’ with the wrong b_tch
but what’s up with you geechi?
i’m tryin’ to see what ya stamina like
what the f_ck’s up?
bay wanna see my s_xy side, so i came with the pumps up
he gon’ try to sneak a back shot, but i’m tryin’ to leave him dumb struck
i knew how he was comin’ so i changed positions
i’m ’bout to f_ck this nut’ up
i’m tryin’ to see this whole b_st_rd’s death
all i want is headshots, go and grab the text (tec)
codeword: geechi braids
(what that mean?)
don’t go past the neck
p_ssy
what’s all that twitter thumbin’ about?
you talk to much, i’ma shoot you ’til ya tongue comin’ out
y’all wanna know if i spit or swallow? don’t matter i’m still catchin’ a nut’ in the mouth
fans at home like, “oh my god. i’m never seen jaz like this
she’s goin’ beast on n_ggas. it’s unheard.”
yung berg, i’m rebranding myself to put beats on n_ggas
but you nutty blocc, right?
i can’t leave this n_gga spared
do him greasy, you did summer madness? i did summer madness too they all seen me
i’ma do you bad, sh_t gon’ feel like summer madness 2 please believe me
cause his mom identified a body like, “this sh_t nutty. where’s beasley?”
so this is what it’s like to battle champion of the year
you think we don’t know when you chokin’?
you adlib yourself
he’s more like champion of the ‘yeah. yeah. yeah.’
you my man, but you’ve been gettin’ lazy
i didn’t even wanna do you like this
see n_ggas started callin’ you “the goat”
you started slackin’, freestylin’, and you even got fat
sh_t, you movin’ like clips
how much you weigh? ’bout 250?
d_mn, i’ll dump him in a lake
prepare to bring order
but once i lift this negro’s spiritual, imagine how much he weighed (‘wade) in the water’
now detective’s brought the body up, tryin’ to figure out what happened
all they seen was somethin’ pale, bloated and gut hangin’, like viixen the assassin
n_gga i don’t like kids, but i’ll make you think i love tots
and have me babysit yo’ son, you’ll think it’s cool but it was not
soon as you skiiiiirt, i left that little n_gga off on a blood block
blue rag on the stroller, his onsie with ya mugshot
guns blaze, i ain’t the type to spill tea but his mug hot
y’all really be sweatin’ every f_ckin’ bar like the club hot
got the semi, livin’ with more holes (hoes) than a truck stop
call my gun “hustle” cause this big b_tch back out like “f_ck roc”
they said for me to take you, i got heart
i say for him to take me, he better have the sharpest thoughts
i’m one of the best defensive players, i sure home marcus smart
cause if you lose tonight i swear to god that sh_t gonna be damagin’
throughout these rounds i’ma expose what type of weak ass man you is
excuse me mr. cody, don’t start panicking
you ain’t eat ya wheaties? cool, serial (cereal) to his mouth, this a breakfast for champions
the n_gga get dismantled, fill your vigil up with candles
kyrie vs. derozan, i will beat a compton n_gga with the handle
baow
that’s for using me on your show cause i bring the most traffic to you
baow
that’s for dissin’ me vs. cal’, i was on yo’ side clappin’ for you
baow
that’s for runnin’ out of bottles at ya party, it took an hour to travel to you
baow, that’s for k_shine yellin’ at me cause i reacted to you
and this is how you repay me?
i don’t get free bottles or nothin’?
i’m ’bout to cause dumb h_ll
50 round drum? nah, i made a long story short just to put it in a nut sh_ll
smack, where the refs? cause you gon’ need a whistle comin’ out
you let a. ward beat you again?
at home?
and you paid him?
i would’ve put a pistol to his scalp
lux said you look like queen latifah, so you should’ve set it off
you gave him mad money
i would’ve been bringing down the house
you can’t beat that boy from kc, missouri? yo this man is sh_tty
you do battle rap, merch, hair, i know finding time for your family’s tricky
you do podcasts, give away turkeys, yo this man is busy
you swear you a boss, right?
well how a chief keep havin’ problems with kansas city?
now i’ma say somethin’ we all wanted to say
the only reason yo’ simple ass blew up is cause of yo’ cali crip image
at one point i thought it was a battle rap gimmick
but then i realized that it isn’t
y’all youtube “geechi gotti proposes”, if i’m lyin’ i’m flyin’
this n_gga hid behind his girl with the ring but he was in that b_tch jail posing
my n_gga, you couldn’t get on one knee?
you even gangsta in a man’s biggest moment?
we get it, you crip, but you take that sh_t way too serious
like anwar when he’s bowling
and when it’s real you can tell, you can see it in they eyes
go ‘head, make these n_ggas believe them lies
my n_gga time
[round 1: geechi gotti]
we got geechi gotti versus…
(you’se a b_tch!)
b_tch i don’t give a f_ck how many of these n_gga’s d_cks you sucked you ain’t sucked mine yet so i feel a way
and i know you don’t write ya own sh_t so you and yo’ ghostwriter gettin’ k!lled today
how you gon’ deal wit’ bay?
i don’t give a f_ck if you thought we was friends b_tch
covid should’ve taught you, be careful who you shake ya hands wit’
cans lift, get ya top split
you seen how i get down, you’ve been around me and my crips
b_tch, my gun was poppin’ cherries before you ever even got d_ck
you a dispatcher, you can’t relate to my life on this block sh_t
the victims gotta call you after i execute the mob hit
so basically the work i put in is the reason you got a job b_tch
i used to rob sh_t, be happy that i’m rappin’ now
couldn’t finish school, my mama seen me and be happy now
graduate for what? granny kept guns under that dress she went to sleep in
that was my first time seein’ a cap in gown
i should slap this clown
for all the stupid sh_t you said i just thought about
tell ya daddy, i’m puttin’ gangsta d_ck all in his daughter mouth
put out my gun like, “what the f_ck is you talkin’ ’bout?”
extension, up 30 on jaz(z), tell the coach to take the starters out
game over, somebody gotta say it
i already k!lled one bardashian, you just the next one to get nominated
i catch you b_tches lackin’, i got the llama blazin’
i don’t know whether to shoot you hoes together or single, it’s complicated
mom i made it
what kind of son am i?
at your funeral got your people’s wearin’ black for magenta, like they color blind
caffeine f_cked up, i got my gun inside
but you f_ckin’ lied, talkin’ ’bout “the pipe took you to another level”
mario? i didn’t think you even know them games
gauge in ya mouth, i’ll make you blow the gauge
this pipe’ll take you underground, welcome to the bonus stage
close the cage
she in here with a dog that she can’t escape
all them years takin’ off from battles, that’s how this broad always savin’ face
she said this year she gon’ be more active, she back outside
well b_tch ya jaw finna take a break
why you all in a gangsta face?
you’ll get slapped, literally
we can’t even take ya gangsta raps seriously
it’s yo’ job to report any criminal activity
silly me, thinkin’ she’ll actually pop a shotty
b_tch, if you shot a n_gga you’d probably have an outta body experience, you ain’t nothin’ like gotti
i’m a shooter, i got my experience out of bodies
b_tch this a homi
what you thought? we was finna have sort of candlelit dinner?
a little moment to vibe?
i don’t take b_tches on dates, i be goin’ to slide
candlelit is if the power went out in the house or the homie done died
you don’t know what it’s like, i’ll tell you this though
i don’t f_ck wit’ no police, especially after my dawg died
tie a noose around this pig neck and leave a hog tied
yeah they all lie
b_tch, what’s the procedure when a gun in yo’ cheek?
pistol whip you ’til ya gums on ya t__th
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til this b_tch broke, i’m tryin’ to defund the police
this hoe really weak
cause she the reason, that when we be turnin’ up in the hood it be 20 police showin’ up instead of one car
and y’all got the nerve to let this b_tch have gun bars
that’s disrespectful
to all the shooters in the venue, knowin’ if a crime was to happen, n_ggas would have to hit you
and you know what got me p_ssed too?
cause you the type of b_tch that have to send muhf_ckas out and make ’em think george floyd was a threat
yo’ job is half the reason he ended up with a knee on his neck
you don’t get no respect
how do you feel good sendin’ out police to deescalate situations
knowin’ in the hood they shoot first and ask after the demonstration
smack, this b_tch is nypd
aw h_ll
she part of the reason that sh_t happened to sean bell
you a f_ckin’ sellout
i blame you for every time n_ggas in here have to bail out
i blame you for every time a muhf_cka gotta hear a siren
i blame you for every time a mother cryin’ cause the ambulance got there too late and her son end up dyin’
b_tch don’t rap ’bout the streets cause you ain’t never been in ’em
when we say, “f_ck the police”, she can’t say it, cause she be sendin’ ’em
b_tch you is a dispatcher, i don’t wanna hear no gangsta sh_t in yo’ rhymes
b_tch you a dispatcher, it’s yo’ job to report crimes
b_tch you a dispatcher, i don’t wanna hear you say none of that like, “nah gotti. you know what i’m sayin’, i’m tough.”
i don’t wanna hear nothin’ cause ain’t sh_t tough
b_tch you a dispatcher, when 9_1_1 get called yo’ drunk ass the one who pick up
b_tch you a dispatcher, you gon’ k!ll me? no f_ckin’ way
b_tch you a dispatcher, you want us to believe you gon’ k!ll me and make sure the ambulance on the way?
b_tch you a dispatcher
and y’all see, first round over this sh_t scary
they put yo’ face on fans, after this it’s gon’ be on an obituary
and when it’s real, y’all can tell
y’all can see it in they eyes
go ‘head_
[round 2: jaz the rapper]
i had to hide geechi’s body, this n_gga’s been dead for days
now his homies wanna slide for him cause they kinda scared of my ways
i’m low key thinkin’ about instagraming his face
cause they don’t know if they should f_ck with me
but when i post nut clarity gon’ be made
i’m glad this ain’t in l.a
cause if it was i wouldn’t trust it
yeah you beat mike p, but that gas was disgusting
you smoked him, but that’s just mike, that’s seasoned, sh_t’s sad boy
ever since mark done showed mike lawry he think he a bad boy
after this, you gon’ need fbi to find me and [?] cause i don’t look like i did it
so accusations flew right past her
n_gga i will k!ll three of yo’ homies, then two right after
you better ride for your crips
you just called me a cop? baow! now let’s see if blue lives matter
i’m goin’ dumb in here, we dumpin’ here
when we 50, i’ll still be dumpin’, i don’t f_ckin’ care
[?] i’m goin’ to be shootin’ this west n_gga for 20 years
when you battled my sis’, all i heard was, “jaz, jaz, jaz”, get off my d_ck
you gotta rectify it
n_gga you said my name so much with case’ i thought you was testifying
y’all see me on stage doin’ dope, what else i gotta do to prove i’m not a cop?
gotti 30? d_mn, y’all can’t boost a n_gga? y’all act like i ain’t got a shot
n_gga you hype you got an extra 50 from drake? that n_gga got a lot of money
but these guns is not a prop
somebody tell aubrey, 50 from this drac’ will get champaign papi’s bottle popped
geechi, you know what scuffs my timbs?
you run e.f.b. right?
where everybody at?
you scared n_ggas gon’ stop ya reign?
where jerry been?
where magic been?
they out the loop, you not ashamed?
jc battle tomorrow, why you ain’t get him on the card with you?
it’s cause you selfish and you lame
he need class, you steve nash, you horrible handling a team n_gga, you better in the game
but why when people say you predictable, you get mad?
n_gga you can’t take the truth?
don’t be mad at us the blame is you
n_ggas ran my cherry down to the ground, but you still talk about it cause you the type to go for low hangin’ fruit
geechi, you know what scuffs my timbs?
ya t__th
why the f_ck are they yellow?
nothing about that is alright
you be rockin’ gucci, dior, i like high fashion too, but why the f_ck ya t__th off white
you got baby fangs and cavities, you okay with how you walk ’round?
then got the nerve to tell people how to live, how dare you even talk down
you be braggin’ like, “i’m three time champion”, n_gga you worried ’bout the wrong crown
and, you be childhood shaming
he be like, “whatchu know ’bout bein’ 8 years old slidin’ on the ops just for shootin’ ya man?”
n_gga nothin’
i was a normal kid that enjoyed peelin’ glue off my hand
and you ain’t even got no ops
you got shot by accident, in the ass
so that gangsta sh_t you preach is blasphemy
he the crip swindler
he be lyin’ talkin’ ’bout, “my enemies are after me.”
ain’t n0body after you marcus
y’all peep how i brought up bad boys earlier?
sh_t get crazy, sh_t is ill
in the movie, martin’s name was “marcus” and he got shot in the ass
oh you think you a bad boy for real
but you know what i peep ’bout you gotti?
you threatened to beat up math, snake eyez, even loaded lux and i’ve been keepin’ a tally
but you only this bully when you got your homies behind you and you battle in cali
cause in virginia you hid behind that tree, you wasn’t even half a bit rowdy
in tampa, o_red called you a “crab” you didn’t even give him hands in the alley
i thought you was gon’ drag him across the street
leave him bleeding ’til the clown dead
n_gga i was there
we partied through that whole city, but you was supposed to paint the town red
basically, you don’t bully sh_t when you all alone
y’all don’t see what this crip pull?
he uses his homies as a crutch, he ain’t a stand up n_gga on his own
but shoutout to the west
y’all on top and i’m a hater so i don’t like that
south, midwest, east coast, we gotta fight back
so f_ck dre vishiss, f_ck danny, f_ck nitty, i’ll up the sig’
ain’t lil’ slap e.f.b. too? i love the kids
but he can’t say “every f_ckin’ bar” he’s just a kid
so i brought the fn (effin’) for him, f_ck them kids
and real name brandon, i’ll lace his weed
now he actin’ different, ain’t no claim to fame no more
y’all remember n_ggas used to sing out in the rain
rnb (r&b) ain’t the same no more
after this, whoever want smoke, they can’t challenge ya
cause i’m at every f_ckin’ bar like frank gallagher
but you went to jail for a week, right?
stealin’ out of walgreens…
i know times get hard and all
but i don’t care how hard times get for me gotti, i’m never stealin’ tylenol
they used to beat yo’ ass in jail and when you did do anything you ain’t rep yo’ set
you are not tough, you treated jail like jenga
cause when you pulled somethin’ you was scared to pull your block up
i swear the sh_t is so sad, you soft with yo’ hoe ass
i get why he hid behind a tree
(why?)
he traumatized he can’t control that
he went to jail for stealin’ drugs and seen somebody stealin’ drugz
and he caught ptsd like, “i don’t wanna go back.”
when it’s real, you can tell, you can see it in they eyes
i’ma tell y’all where he got that slogan from cause he been livin’ a lie
my n_gga, time
[round 2: geechi gotti]
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