URLtv, Geechi Gotti, Casey Jay - Geechi Gotti vs. Casey Jay lyrics

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 shit about if Twork prepped
Then I wouldn't win i kill niggas
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) cribauntie 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 chestspray there
I'll stain your shit
Nigga, I will put a part in your head
Better than the bitch that braid your shit!
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!
Fuck Geechi Gotti!
This where your life 'bout to come to a stop
Wit' two 4s
(24) in plain (plane) sightgg (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 bitches 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 fuck up Smack event
It's gon' be brand-new RIP 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 fuck 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 LA chopper
Let's see if this LA crip
Can become a LA dodger
I know you brought your LA 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
Fuck who I'm facin'
And niggayou'se a bitch 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 Gottiversus-
What the fuck this brickface
He-she finna do!?
Bitch, I coulda did a song wit'
Lu Castro and Mark Henry
And still wouldn't have stronger
Features than you!
The heat gettin' drew, cock and pull it
Let's see if this bitch 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, bitch
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 fuck 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 fuck you up
Bitch, yo' jawline buff as fuck!
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
Bitch, 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 fuck this
Bitch did to me?" i been on a killing spree!
Bardashians? Where Jaz and O at?
Y'all just a group of bitches who teach
Each other how to suck dick
And everybody knows that
Yeah, you better than them other two
Bitches - 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! Fuckin'! BAR!

"Oh, snaps! Gotti trippin'! She's
Just a girl!" nigga, miss me
The bitch hit me? She gon' hit
A growth spurt right after that
And be 6 feet! The clips be, extended
Bitch, 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' shit is borin' and tirin'
All yo' opponents be sleep on you
This a man's world i don't give a fuck how
Much you look like one
Bitch, it's a difference
I don't give a fuck 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
'Niggai need every fuckin' gram"
I know Gotti got bundles
Give 'em up! Don't get me pissed off
'Cause if I have a bitch 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 downbut I ain't
Tryna tame the nigga
This nickel will take a quarter off him
You know bitches be tryin' to change a nigga
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 Biscuit's, poppin', squeezin' the can
Take away his back end, like he was a no-show
The way that he was screamin'
For Godthought he was Loso!
But shit, it's some shit 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 niggas
For no battle rap bar
Your soul goin' far, so a higher power
Hope you believe in it
'Cause, I'll kill this nigga 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 chinthink it's
A leak in it! Geechi!
I will shoot you where you was already shot!
Tearin' through scar tissue
Not just youeveryone get it like trust issues
You think I give a fuck 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 youi'm known to leave a Marc
(mark) on this stage
Why you feelin' played, nigga?
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!

Bitch, 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 niggas chokin'
And they scared straight
They know you can't fuck wit' me
That's nothin' these niggas'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 fuckin' 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 niggas in battle rap
Whose dick 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
Bitch, you must think we ignorant
All you do is suck dick, recite they lines
And reap the benefit's in both instances
All you do is use your mouth without a doubt
Whoever penis 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 nigga can tell you
He got other bitches that
He'd rather chill wit'
And he ain't comin' home at
Night on some real shit
But, you gon' be like, "Nah
That's cool you the nigga
I'm tryna build wit'"
A nigga gon' tell you, "Look
I'm not the one i ain't the one"
You shouldn't really like him
But, you gon' tell your homegirls, "Nah
You don't give a fuck you really like him"
It don't matter how many times that nigga
Explain he ain't the type for you
Do y'all see how the niggas
In her real life go
Hand-in hand wit' the niggas in
Her battle rap career?
You only fuck wit' a nigga if
He say he ain't write (right) for you!
Bitch, and I ain't right for you
'Cause when I found out you don't
Write, I was like, "Damn, that's wild"
If it ain't Case' pen, then
(pending) , that's foul (file)
You a child! Just face it!
All you do is go over what was already wrote
You just tracin' bitch, you basic!
I ain't never wrote one bar for Coffee
I could put that on the set
Casey, if I ever had to write
(right) for a bitch
It was gon' be followed by a left
I'll die for my respect!
You gon' respect somethin'
Or the TEC dumpin'
You gettin' killed by a Nut: Death comin'
(cummin') huh!? What!?
I thought a musty bitch said somethin'
You a young-ass bitch wit' a old face
When the autopsy got your body on ice
That's a cold Case
Casket shut: that's a closed Case
They got you so low in the ground
They can't bring you up no more
That's a old Case
Ay, I've been on the road, Case'
That's what the streets say
Sock you 'til Case' drop
That's how I beast Case
Listen, you only here for a lil' while, bitch
That's a brief Case'
I been carryin' this shit-

(Someone off-screen waves to call
Geechi for time) ain't no time!

I been carryin' this shit as you can see
Case'! You bettin' on me chokin'?
That's not finna happen, Case'!
(A small chorus of "Time's"
Off-screen gradually get louder)
Crazy-ass bitch! You ain't 'posed to put all
Yo' eggs in one basket, case!

Time

Stop playin' wit' me, man! 2-0

Last round, Casey Jay, it's on you
Let's get it

Okaybay Locfrom Nutty Blocc
This who y'all thought would get
The best of me?
Boy, I will put a stop to everything
Them Nuts got like a vasectomy the TEC pop
Leave a Nut in his sheet and leave
Him sleep in a wet spot
I slide on double G with Gucci sandals
Now Golden Gates is his next stop
I did my research, Mark is far from a shooter
Red beam, on his head like the mark of Buddha
Headshot, put him down, I turn mark to buddah
You know I give dudes trouble
I've been makin' these bodies look good
This not a new Hustle heat spark, nah, nah
Knife, stab in his head, I'm in deep thought
Nigga, that part in that video
You hid behind the tree
You wish they'd leave off cause
You got caught slippin'
You can't put me in that position
Nigga, I would've bust with six 9's
Don't put me in that position

Stumbles

Can't you tell that I'm tight
Pussy? I ain't fucked in a minute
But, it's a couple reasons I'm trippin'
Cause you got Smack check from a black man
Started your own league
Then headlined Aye Verb and Viixen
Waitwhat about ya own people?
Do you try to uplift them?
Oh you said you secretly hate niggas
Okay Geechi listen
When them crackers turn on yo' ass don't
Try to play like a victim
You made that decision you Smack son
And you should be respecting ya father
I know you all about that blue C
But blood's supposed to be thicker than water
Champion?
How? When you got beat by all of the idols
You was barely fighting back every
Time it got vital
You couldn't even get through the Wave and
You the one with the Title
I bet I survive you
Slash his face now he look like he tribal
Scope on him
I scan Mark like I ain't reading the Bible
The 30 rise, clip hold 30, I hit him 30 times
Then his bitch next
Get her down then lick her
(liquor) on the ground, the homie died
So run and hide
Cause this high beam shoot clear
It be chopsticks, drums, draggin'
(dragon) through the streets
It's Chinese New Year i'm law bendin'
Ridin' with demons who all semi spittin'
Knock off his roof so we can
See how he really livin' if I get the iron
It be hell if I lift and fire
I looked up ya priors and nigga
You got arrested for robbin' a
Walgreens in Palm Springs
I thought you was a Glock lifter
Nigga, whole time you was a shoplifter?
Stealin' pills
Tryin' to convince us your steel'll peel
Yellin' at niggas with all that heart
Don't want us to bring up that tree shit
But still hidin' behind all that bark?
Nigga, I think that you sucka
But do what you do brother
I know you rep' blue
I just had to show 'em ya true colors

"You robbed a Walgreens?"
Not knowin' that the pills in that building
Would've got me mo' than a 100K
That's how I know that y'all all green
Y'all don't know the streets
You a weird ass bitch and you been a fan
Get off my dick, go get you a man
Why do you keep bringin' yo' mama with
You Cali? That shit is sad
Every other weekend leavin' yo'
Son with his dad
Why didn't you bring that lil' nigga witchu?
I bet he would've wanted to go to Disneyland
Matter-of-fact, bitch
What is yo' business plan?
You gon' get that 100K and give
It all to a bum nigga
I don't respect no bitch that got
A million pics on the 'Gram
Turned around with her buns in 'em
But don't got one pic smiling
With her son in 'em
I'm tired of these bitches, I'm done wit' 'em
You out here having the time of your life
But, you ain't Face Time'd yo' son
To see what he did today talkin' 'bout
"Geechi what's crackin' after this?
I'm tryin' to
Function in the hood wit' Bay!"
Hoe, why is you worried 'bout a House
Party? Go get ya Kid N' Play
The Sig'll spray, all in this whore face
They knew me and Nitty was catchin' bodies
That's why they gave us a court case (Cort
Case') this a homicide, after this
I'ma be traumatized
Nightmares of how I had to kill this bitch
While I was starin' in her mama eyes
This drama time they knew you was dead the
Moment you signed yo' signature, bottom line
Bitch, get you some business, stay outta mine
Yo' mama gave you 'bout ten step
Daddies and you used to say
"Goodnight i love you" to all them niggas
They used to give you money
Buy you gifts but that's only cause
They wanted to keep fuckin' i guarantee you
Right now you can't even call them niggas
Yo' mama the reason you look at
These league owners like father figures
Cause anybody that gave you money
You called 'em "daddy", they pimpin' you
Got you workin' from Texas, all in Cali
But sadly, when it came to that money
That 100K
They know gettin' that, hell nah you wasn't
They only use that to bring you
Out here every other month so
They can keep on fuckin' and the
Flight come outta Caffeine budget
These niggas got wives
They can't be flyin' flights
For no average bitch
Casey, don't you notice they only fuck
You at these rap events? After this
You goin' back to Queen Of
The Ring and App Events
The whole culture tryin' to figure out if
It's Beasley or Smack that's smackin' this
Cause they know it's no way you got a
Plate against Gotti cause of
Yo' rappin' bitch i'm not laughin' bitch
You fuckin' suck
Geechi starts snapping his fingers
I'm not chokin'
It just dawned on me you actually got this
Battle cause of who you fuck and suck
Enough's enough
I don't give a fuck if you got kids
Bitch, I will make you sell pussy
In front of that lil' nigga either that-

Smack calls time and Geechi
Starts arguing with him

No! Nah, cuz
Cause, I said his name see how he
Tryin' to time me? No cuz!