URLtv, Calicoe, Geechi Gotti - Calicoe vs. Geechi Gotti lyrics

I'm a boss and a genius
And The Wizard, go 'head, you first

I wanted to go first

I'm sorry we gotta do this, man

Ay, Smack why the fuck you got this bum
Even standing next to Gotti?
Last time I was in Houston I caught the coin
This time I only came here to catch a body
Nigga, this a homi' I'm talking tragic shit
Banana clip: I had to curve the
Magazine for this faggot bitch
Who mans is this? I feel like
Y'all tryn' play me bro
Toranio ain't gon' be able to duck
These shots unless Toran' Neo
This not "The Matrix", I come from hatred
That's all it is where I stay
I really done shot niggas


Their kids gon' grow up and
Want revenge some day
Nigga, I don't fuckin' play!
I'm from the mud, guns and drugs
We used to fuck the samе bitches on me
We sharеd 'em
Hittin' licks with masks and black
Air Forces like Tuskegee Airmen
Nigga, who he scaring? Battle rap is my shit
I'm really him
It used to be Roc but the face
Changed over the years like Li'l Kim
But speaking of Li'l Kim
Probably name my gun after her
You know, the one with the pole extended
Remember that shit was fuckin' big
(BIG) and the nose looked different?
Bro, you trippin'! Why would you
Try to stand with me?
Don't you know my rounds come with
No limit like Master P?
Nigga, fuck that clock in order
To save this body they
Gon' have to cut somethin' off like a amputee
Nigga, as for me, my time comin'
Kick in ya do' lookin' for
Work I'm job huntin'
Or I'm gunnin', if rap don't work then
I'ma what's Kim K br -
Nigga I'ma ROB somethin'
The Mob comin', I was doing this
Way before Smack was rich
Really clappin' shit
After the mission we don't even talk
You really had to be there to knew
What happened like a App Event
Nigga, you asked for this!
When I was a young nigga
Them other niggas was
Just young niggas me, I was a pro-teen
It was real
If them li'l niggas wanted to put in work
I was the one who had to invite
'em and see on the drill
I'm tellin' you, I wasn't anemic
The only time my iron low in the field
Nigga, shoot who? I really don't think
Cal'll see 'em and peel
Nigga, listen, I will shoot ya mama with
Her sister, don't get me agitated
Cannons blazin' ya mama dead and ya auntie
(anti) bodied, least she was vaccinated
I'm glad you made it cuz you
Was tryna run from this
Duckin' me askin' Smack for Charlie like I
Couldn't put you in front of clips
The gun'll lift, nigga, we poppin' hollows
Steel to the side of ya helmet'll have the
Wig hangin' off the back like Polamalu
Nigga, we got guns in
The building, fasho then
Don't make us blow them
Speaking of Polamalu, ay Troy
Can we get some mo' in?
I'm 'bout to go in so fuck
You and them dumb ass Cartier
Glasses on yo' face got you feelin'
Like you a straight goon
I ain't Brizz, I ain't T Top and I ain't Mook
Swing on me, I'ma have them
Buffs all over the venue
Turn this bitch to The Shade Room
Ay, fool, from shootin' to trappin'
It ain't too much that I didn't do
Gang bangin' to rap, I'm really living proof
In the house with so many
Birds I ain't know if
It was the trap spot or a pigeon coop
Listen, fool
I'm tellin' you it was all white put it in
That pyrex you could see the glass steam
Coke was so white
Shit coulda fucked around and owned Caffeine
Yeah, I'm not no hero, Cal, I'm the villain
One shot'll have half ya face on the floor
The other half'll hit the ceilin'
This nigga callin' 911 and wonder
Why ain't nobody pickin' up
They got this dumb ass bitch
Jaz in the building! And when it's real
(To Jaz The Rapper)

I love you

(To Calicoe)

Ay, go 'head, rap nigga, let's go, 1-0

First off, boy I can get you offed first
I feel like a pitcher on a mound cuz right
Now one head nod'll get you off first
But ay, he shouldn't never led off while I'm
Tryna get my lead off
Fastballs but these ain't gon' walk 'em
They gon' take his head off
You dead, dog all that "we
Cool" shit is dead, dog
Clip hangin' out the 40 like the
Tongue on a dead dog no pun intended, see
These rap niggas ain't got no money
Or no shooters wit' em
They gotta call niggas: their Rolls
Royces and their Rugers rented
We authentic and all shittin' like
I took a laxative
I'm back again' none of these
Niggas can't match my wind
Smack hit my jack like, "ay
It's time to attack again"
I said "how much you gon' give
Me for Clips?" he said
"I ain't bringing that nigga back again!"
But THEY GOT ME BACK ON SUMMER MADNESS AGAIN!
This shit startin' to
(Crowd: FEEL LIKE SUMMER MADNESS AGAIN)
Oh shit! That's Smack sittin'
Back like: "damn, we 'bout to see if Geechi
Really the new Cal'"
Plus I ain't never battled here I feel
Like they done stamped the pack
With a scorpion and put me in
Front of a new town
But what y'all don't know is I
Been here over a month
I was walkin' 'round the Galleria and
Came up with two rounds
And now my Houston bitch sayin' she love
Me so I hit Beasley and let
Him know Geechi was the only pussy
That had to be flewed out
I'm here to talk to Marcus I
Be talkin' to Bay Loc
I randomly baaah'd on a nigga cuz nowadays it
Be so much dick suckin' goin' on
It's disrespectful to even say GOAT
I be wanting to laugh at a nigga, this gon'
Be my daughter favorite part
Cuz he wanna play, tho
I send a bitch to get him
She got horns and a halo
Shooters come when I say so but we tryna
Take it to where he wanna take it
Y'all see we all the way
In mothafuckin' H Town
We'll just start taking it to
Wherever he wanna take it
Catch him at the bodega
100 rounds done swiss cheesed on a bacon
The store owner screamin' out "I don't
Think he gonna make it!"
You got a problem? I suggest you to squeeze
Cuz where I'm from niggas get killed
For tryna wave it and leave with that 30
I'm Stephen Curry: I'll hit Bay by the threes
But that gauge
LeBron James: it really make him believe
Even the leagues, like
"how we gon' stop this nigga?!
Why he be on stage talkin' cra -"
Cuz I feel like I'm that nigga
So for the low tier who got a
Problem with all top tier niggas
Come and spend some money and
Be your own contract killer
I'm not that nigga to run up on bitch
I'm a phenom
Where Bay gon' hide when slide? This
Bitch'll knock a tree down
Won't leave a witness
My condolences to the people wit' him
I know they from that LA
Culture but it ain't no
Three wheel motion when we
Pull up hittin' switches
Bitch, this the message of the day:
For all you li'l lame ass niggas
Sittin' at home watchin' Summer Madness
Sometimes shut the fuck up and
Take lessons from a great
Put a tight security system on him: I
Had to press him from the gate
Just know it won't the Kanye way when
I address him with the Drac'
Cuz if I get the chop'
I could probably hit him from
Further but it'll be loud
So I'ma use the 40 to engineer
The murder and turn it down
We saw Geechi peekin'
(peakin') , we came and made the sound clear
But don't base
(bass) this off the trouble (treble) I be in
Bitch I'm a pioneer mr summer Madness! Mr
Never-Influence-Niggas To-Rhyme Weird
These niggas think the URL their home, bitch
This a timeshare! Get some humble pie
Realize you don't reside here
Think Uncle Ra: e'rybody get 15
Minutes to shine here rap, nigga!

Back to this - back to the real shit, man
I know y'all like cheerin', y'all ain't
Heard my boy in a while, man ya'ahm sayin'

Ha ha haha let's go this shit different, man

I didn't need this battle, though
(if it's so different) I already
Done made my name
'Round here, nigga, thangs done changed
You needed me
I only showed up cuz the bread
Was good like Raising Cane's
Nigga, I don't play no games!

They know, they know we had to b -
Y'a - y'all made a good decision
Y'all know who the main event

I don't play no games!
Call me by my real name but
Your name is Toranio Hightower
What make you think I'ma let
This dweeb harm me?
Hollow tip the bullethead I wouldn't miss the
(Mr) Hightower if I was Steve Harvey
Nigga, we the army, ask around
I'm the top Loc'
Catch you in that 4 and get five of
Yo' niggas hit and yo' pop smoked
You can't tell me that you not
Broke with all that internet
Panhandlin' you be doing, got you
Soundin' like a leacher, homie
Get pistol whipped 'til ya' face break
All kind of p's is on him
Now go back online and ask yo'
Fans for some feature money
Smack was tryna keep you from me
He know what I'd do to you
Stand over the body screamin' "Fucc Them
Kids" while I'm shootin' you

(yeah, that's my shit run that song up, too)

Screamin' "Fucc Them Kids" while
I'm shootin' you don't be stupid, fool
You know I stay wil'in' blower to the dome
Get ya shit pushed back more than Kanye album
Nigga, that need a Donda marco but speaking
Of March though, yo' last battle
You did some sucka shit
You claim you so cool with Hitman
But, you showed up to
A battle with a nigga you
Knew he wasn't fuckin' wit'
What's up with this? You coulda fuck around
Got that nigga shot
Niggas always thinkin' it's just battle
Rap until it's not
But peep the plot: he was on stage like
"I ain't know he was gon' be there
Hitman" shaking hands and giving pounds
You was lyin' wit' a straight
Face you had a bar
About the nigga being in the
Building in your round!
Nigga, you a clown! When I look at
You I don't see nothing tough
You a fuckin' chump
You was on live using that
Nigga as a toy soldier
All of a sudden your battery died
And you got that nigga jumped
What you gon' say? "He wasn't really
My mans" man, shut up, punk!
The fact is: the nigga woulda
Never been at the
Gas station if you ain't pump him up!
You think you'll set a nigga like me up and
Get on stage and rap? No way in hell
If that was me
It'd have been so many shots I'da fuck
Around turned that Citgo into the Shell
This nigga frail! I don't give a fuck about
None of these niggas I see wit' you
To keep it real, yo' daddy is the only real
Stepper that be wit' you
That altercation vers' Brizz? That was yo'
Daddy who had to step in
Altercation with Ill Will? Yo' daddy
Had to step in
Altercation vers - I shouldn't have
To finish the rest, family
But, if y'all ain't look so much alike
I'd swear he was yo' stepdaddy
Every time a nigga step to you, he step up
Cal, stop livin' off yo' daddy name
And get yo' rep up
Nigga, you a grown ass man but
Worryin' about ain't nobody respectin' you
That's cuz you in yo' 30s and yo'
Daddy still out here protectin' you
Nigga, you'z a bitch!
You told the side of the ops
To go against ya mans nigga, you'z a bitch!
You bought a flight for a
Nigga you met on Instagram
Nigga, you'z a bitch!
Nigga, you dissed every nigga in the battle
Rap culture but claim y'all cool
I can never respect it nigga, you'z a bitch!
You threw that weak ass punch on
Brizz and it barely connected
Nigga, you'z a bitch! You heard me, fam
Infrared: dot on the side of Calicoe
It ain't Murdaland

He needs some mo'!

I got mo'!

You are not Little Blackface! You
Calicoe the battle rapper
You talk shit online just to
Create a battle after cal a actor
My daddy probably wasn't around as much
So I know the struggle
Yo' daddy been supportin' you
Ya whole career
That really show he love you
You should give him more respect
Last time he was behind bars
He couldn't touch you
If I was you when you battled Loaded
I woulda told Lux "fuck you"
Cuz yo' daddy wasn't no lost nigga
He used to keep you out the streets cuz
He had to keep you out that bitch
But somehow you kept makin' yo' way in
'em for some clout and shit
That nigga tried to keep you
Out of harm's way
Cuz he know what the streets can do
But them years he went to jail and was ghost
You fell in love with the power: I
Can see the Tariq in you
On me, it's true you want them to believe
Yo' daddy was out here leadin' you on
Teachin' you wrong
Nigga, please,! You probably never had a fight growing
Up they'll be like, "that's
Blackface son, cuh, leave him alone"
You was spoonfed, you wanna act like you live
A life that was goon led, nigga, never
If he was anything like Meech and them
You probably had the best birthdays ever
Nigga, you was just a privileged
Kid who wanted to rap
Him being a good father
He supported with that
And bro, this is facts if
He was really Mafia
We know he was really bringing in mad figures
Unless y'all was lying and he
Was "that Big-Meech-Back-Up-Singin'-Ass
Nigga"
But, you know what? We know that ain't true
His position with the mob
Was never in question
But, you was never heedin' the lesson
All you seen was the flexin'
That's why you wanna tell everybody you sell
Drugs even got bars in ya
Songs about how you and John John
Damn near was being arrested
Tried to act tough on stage and
Got speared halfway 'cross that
Muh'fucka that's what you get for
Always thinkin' it's wrestling
Yo' pops had money, he moved
You out the hood
You ain't had no business being
Up in them sections
He knew how hard it be for a
Kid with this color skin complexion
Nigga, yo' daddy wasn't never no lost nigga
Yo' bitch ass just ain't know
How to follow his directions!
And y'all wanna act like dawg a threat?
Same nigga who was skinnin' dippin'
With six different bitches
Come to find out they all was Prep?
And when it's rea -

Who him? Who him? He don't know me?
He never - ay, he never heard of me?
He never heard of me?
Go 'head, you ain't head of me, cuh?
Go 'head, time

He right, i am a bitch that's what my baby
Mama told me when she left me
I had a lot on my mind preparing
For this battle, I ain't gon' lie
This shit was hectic
My baby told me stop fuckin'
'round with all these bitches
Now I regret it
But we both gon' be there for Torian so
Ain't nothin' left but to respect it
But as I was preparin' for
This hectic ass battle
It dawned on me: I'm the most
Versatile nigga in this shit
Cuz through all this I been battling a Blood
Now they got me battling a Crip
I already beat Verb so I
Ain't gotta battle a bitch
I went in the back like "I ain't the main
Event?! What type of Summer
Madness is this?!" we got a problem
Houston! I'm here to show the goons
How the goblins do it
I'm in a Striker, Mazda or Buick
Slide when I shoot it
Like Call of Duty but I'm in
A real Warzone with two mags
Where a nigga got a 1v1 guide for the gulag
Chopper dismember a nigga
Send him in two bags
They sent me here to finish you, nigga
(To Smack:) which should make you mad
Cuz he's the investment
Now you gotta watch me breeze through the
Test to give Geechi a lesson
The same shit we did with Roc, the same way
Y'all saw him talkin' to another
League and called me, the same day
The same play, I school the talent
Y'all specialize on who to manage
Weapon rise, he should be breathalysed how
He be losin' balance
(To Geechi:) You ever seen a Crip throwin' up
Blood? R-r raaaah! He 'bout to lose a gallon
I told you Smack the face
Beasley do the bookings, i choose the talent
You ain't a Champion until
I approve the challenge, i
Don't care how many belts they hand you
Melt his candle "Ay, homie
You need some help?" turn into
A Wax on camera
He talkin' 'bout "I ain't killin'
No kids" sounding like
Caine i'm like "dependin' on
What he owe, dawg, i'll whack his grandma"
"You actin' like a BITCH right now! Gimme
My joint!" well, in my case, it's a fronto
I'll have my LA eses at his projects pronto
You was made to be a worker
I was designed to be Capo
I'm the reason for your
Whole future and UOENO
It but you remind me of Rocko
He be throwin' that westside, he
Don't remind us of Pac, though
I really love California
How you think I got aligned with the vatos?
This shit real
Nigga what you know about being with the
Cartel in the hills with 'em?
Gettin' that shit for so low
It don't even make it
Back home soon as I slide from the boat
I flip it to my Chino Hills nigga
He stop at the car, the smell pop out the jar
I'm tryna ball
I just made a 60 pack play a block from Lavar
I'm just puttin' you in the mindset
Yeah, he rap good but I ain't lied yet
He one of them LA niggas that I'd
Tax like "this the Big Baller Strand!"
Geechi Gotti: that's what you call a
Fan with a flawless plan
Who saw a nigga like me talkin' that shit
Took it all within
And said "I could be just like
This" finesse the flawless pen
Now they done put the Superman "S" on his
Chest but they ain't guard his head
If a nigga say he don't fuck with me
I wouldn't even tell him he
Ain't the smartest fan
Cuz when it comes to real art
It don't get no real respect
Until the art is dead
So tell my daughter how you feel
About me whenever I exit
Just know the stage gon' feel like
Detroit whenever I bless it
They even hated on Jesus so
I ain't never affected
Niggas characters be in question
I'm nothin' less than a legend
I'm speakin' facts
Nigga they pay me to argue
With you rap niggas
(You see we ain't have no
Faceoff) I don't even get
No promo and I still feel
Like I lapped niggas don't cap
Nigga me and Tay was on the Nutty
Blocc with the pack wit' us
I'm a trap nigga, no camera or planet I'm on
Gon' make me act different wack nigga!

They said Gotti bought the streets
Back, the feel was missin', i restored it
I'm old school
I don't fit into this new era
Where criminal acts get recorded
Like, how that's sounding? So many niggas
Gettin' killed on live cuz
They rather watch their comment section
Instead of their surroundings
It's astounding how many niggas
Faking a image
Sometimes I just wanna get 'em some help
But, I think about my life and
All the shit I was dealt
I told my op I had a bullet with
His name on it caught him lackin'
All that tough shit was beginning to melt
Bullet with his name on it:
Crazy how a nigga be
Lookin' when he starin' at a shell of himself
Nigga, I done shot niggas when I was just
A teen but you wouldn't know that
Fasho facts the first mission I had to walk
To the ops and if I
Made it back to the house
And that gun wasn't empty, i had to go back
Nigga, listen here
I thought about my grandma the first time
I shot a nigga who didn't die
She always told me, "baby
You be anything you wanted" I just
Wouldn't know it until I tried
She probably ain't think I was
Listening but I heard her
She just ain't realize that one
Day I would attempt murder
Big burner, nigga
You gotta keep a Glock in the streets
The nina, I use to rock it like my outfit
The baby: I had to rock it to sleep
Speaking of sleep, though, it was
Sirens and gunshots, no lullabies
My lifestyle mainey
I know fiends who sold their
Kids for a couple grams of crack gave a new
Meaning of "Rock-A-Bye Baby"
Nigga, this shit crazy
I'll beat the brakes off you
Get up close and squeeze the arm on
This bitch like Ray Charles do
Cal, you know we got rich off dog food
That's just how a vet do
I'll make ya baby chew on a FN
Tell 'em it's alphabet soup
Nigga, you gon' check who? I can't wait
In the streets I was known
For the yay and the
Rock: my whole life was like a Jay tape
They say dawg, don't have the guns and the
Drugs in the same place
But my dumb ass kept having the mill'
(meal) right next to the base
(bass) like a Drake date
I ain't here for play-play
I'm tryn' hurt this nigga
When the bullets dip in your locs on stage
Your death gon' look like a Verzuz, nigga
I'm talkin' 'bout hearses, nigga, they say
All these dudes you killin', you gotta stop
My Spanish plug said, "look
These caskets can't
Fit more than two bodies" so listen
If it's over dose he tryna figure out
How I plan on fittin' all
(fentanyl) these bodies in a box
Nigga, I'm from Nutty Blocc, where I come
From when it come to stripes
You really had to earn that shit
Before you had to shoot yo' gun
You really had to learn that shit
From the trigger to how the hammer feel
Real shooters know we be wit'
Our gun so much
That shit be like your friend for real
Fuck the Man Of Steel
For certain I'm Crippin'
I put niggas on the shirt for attention
I done took niggas off the
Streets and put 'em
In funeral homes yeah, I call it lookin' out
How they gon' consider it murder?
I done gave so many
Niggas their permanent housing
I should be called a social worker
Where yo' kids at? I'll slap ya mama
Look at you and say I did that ya mans a goof
I'll knock you out then stomp
You out 'til you snaggletooth
Pull out the gun
Raise you up just to pop one
In you like Battle Truth
Now tell that nigga Lux fuck a head count
We in Houston if he get hurt
St josephs ain't giving beds out
Nigga, Cal, you know what it is
You not a thug
Only nigga tell me I'm gon' get
This work gon' be the plug
Cuz when it's real y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in their eyes go 'head
See if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga, time

I birthed these type of niggas
Put 'em over my shoulder and
Burped these type of niggas
I be tryna give niggas the game
I ain't tryna hurt these type of niggas
I know Geechi be doing his thang and
That's what I like about him
But when Smack call that name I gotta
Take the life up out him
In Houston like Boosie tell 'em
To wipe me-wipe me down
Chopper kick like Nike-chopper-chopper
Kick like Niketown
They showing up to battles pricey now
I'm talkin' ice and all
Stick a knife in him, get him cut like isotol
The flow different so I don't get
The same price as y'all
You could be Shaq, you could Kobe
You could be LeBron: I'm Mike to y'all
They amazed with me but it's like they ain't
Afraid until they in the cage wit' me
Fluff the pillows, spread the sheets
The bed made with me
When you talk about the streets
It's like you knew a
Nigga that was close to in it when I rap
They know I'm in it
When you spit it, they don't
Supposed to get it, they supposed to feel it
But all yo' shit is mostly
Killings so where is
All the money from the dope you dealing?
Cuz when the bodies drop the money stop
Ahk but you wouldn't know that feeling
You went and named yourself after John Gotti
You don't even know that nigga
All we know is he a white man who
Couldn't come to an agreement
With his co-defendants
I'm the GOAT, you gotta go
Get it, you got it, gotti?
You stepped on if you want potent dope
I got it-got it gotti got it
(PSH) send my young bitch, she got at Gotti
Thinkin' wit' his dick, the miss got
At Gotti, now God got him, bAOW!
But she don't shoot him, she do bizarre
Probably like nothing visible
Just some shit that's gon'
Show in the autopsy
All I had to do was bop her
A plane ticket to the Bahamas
Get him whacked for some loose change
For gettin' out of pocket
Stop playin' wit' me, Geechi!
And I'm glad you ain't come up here and
Speak on shit that's real like real real
And ask me why I ain't speak on shit
Cuz Ion't know who's gon' get killed
I just know we saw the
Hyenas running from us after
We caught one of the cubs
Lacking in the field but we from the jungle
We take that type of shit on the chin
Just know all the hyenas that was laughin'
We know who all y'all niggas is
Enough of that, though
That's a trap that we ain't 'bout to fall in
My nigga Roddy just got
Off his tether Thursday
It was like yesterday when they
Gave my dawg 10
They gave me 50 for this match
Last battle he was at
They wasn't even giving this dawg 10
We lookin' forward, we ain't lookin' back
This ain't no pokerface, nigga
I'm really all in
They talkin' 'bout I was sleep
On a nigga hotel floor
Well tell me some real shit for
The culture that y'all did
These battle niggas'll say anything
For a reaction out the side of they mouth
Just know if I was layin' on
A nigga floor all night
I was outside of his house
Dividing 'em out, never been the type
That's fine with the clout, i need my money
All y'all niggas was signed in a drought
That shit ain't funny
They turning the battle rap industry
Into the rap industry
With all the niggas URL got locked in
I'm startin' to think Smack
Salary cap is infinity just like the clip
I'll leave a nigga in the Holy Trinity
Procrastination is the devil, nigga
I'm my only enemy
I ain't hating, it's just levels
You will never be as good as me
But, you fire for what you do
I would acquire and want you, too
You perfect for when I got
Something to do, you know
Like a cool substitute
You a cool dude, you get views
These people really fuck wit' you
You made it to the top for real, all hustle
No luck wit' you i wouldn't be a real nigga
If I ain't feel that but fuck that
Tonight I'm ridin' slabs on
Candy paint looking
For pints without the seals cracked
You already know how I feel, Smack
You need to bring the next event back to
The D, AIN'T NOBODY GON' GET KILLED, sMACK!
After a nigga battle me, I make 'em feel wack
Cuz it's a difference between
Metaphors and real rap landslide!