URLtv, Geechi Gotti, Hollow Da Don - Geechi Gotti vs. Hollow Da Don lyrics

We got Geechi Gotti…versus
Nigga, you’se a bitch!
And it’s a gang of examples to prove the fact
You got your ass whooped by a
Nigga wit’ glasses math said you was in that
Ocean splishin’ and splashin’
Your ex-business partner said you got
On the phone wit’ the
Cops when it was time to get wit’ that action
So I don’t wanna hear no
Gangsta shit out yo’ mouth
My nigga, I’m warnin’ you
Or it’s gon’ be Hollow in the casket
That’s Da Don in the box: 1942
Nigga, I got a 40, too!
I’m in love wit’ guns
Plus I had my run wit’ drugs
I was shavin’ rocks before I
Even knew what it was
The big homies just told me if
The dime was too fat
You supposed to sell it for a dub
Plus I was movin’ the bud
To make my count higher
That mean I was good wit’ the
Razor and Diesel like the Outsiders
When in doubt, fire
It ain’t no math with this
Go against me? Every nigga
In yo’ fraction hit
You know the Order of Operations!
When shit don’t add up
My last option is start subtractin’ shit!
This nigga asked for this!
I was scary in my prime ask my old opps
Them my ex-‘ponents
They the reason why I’m still carryin’ the 9
Every Fuckin’ Bar, man

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Cuts out for 16 seconds)

-I’ll let it spray, it’s not a Secret
I was a kid leavin’ older niggas stinkin’
Nigga, you tweekin’!
You tweekin’ if you think makin’ it
Outta this lifestyle not a blessin’
We ain't headed to the club but you
Still gotta watch how you dressin'
And pourin' out liquor for the dead homies
Is considered bottle service in my section
Nigga! Quit flexin'!
'Cause, I don't give a fuck if
You got a lil' boy, lil' girl
Dawg- listen, I don't give a fuck if
You got a lil' boy, lil' girl
When that heat spray
I'll pop your son, daughter
Bitch, I'm D wade!
Nigga, you know how WE PLAY!?
This a body! All the fans gon' witness!
Knock you out
Then stomp on that LOM clothing
I stand on business! Bitch!
You like to put yo' hands on bitches!?
Wait, that's the other Don
I got somethin' big and black
To go against these niggas
That's my uncle Thom' (Tom)
Nigga, fuck is wrong?
You starin’ at the worst killa
Befo’ IG and Snapchat
I really used to murk niggas
They always looked different in that casket
I’m tryna tell y’all death
Was the first filter
This ain’t rehearsed, nigga!
I remember shootin’ it like this
And be mad when I missed damn, I was pissed!
Then the OG told me it’s like "Rock, Paper
Scissors" when you squeezin’ that trigger
Hand over fist!

Every Fuckin’ Bar! Make him rap!

Man, you a bitch!
Sometimes, that gun be so loud
Everything starts movin’ slow
It feel like it don’t even make noise
Dawg, I got the clip wit’ the drum
That’s the magazine wit’ the
Tit's like Playboy aye, listen
Listen, listen aye, listen aye, boy
I had that AK and I really was ten toes
To Heaven’s Gates I done sent souls
So many bodies on the chopper
It looked like the A Team intro
Nigga, you don’t know what you in fo’
My profession is killin’
I used to listen to oldies like Marvin Gaye
When I got prepped for a killin’
I remember I got shot, the bullet got stuck
They said I might be paralyzed
That was a hell of a feelin’ went home
Made my baby mama suck my dick
To see if it still work
Now that was "Sexual Healin’"
Nigga, you don’t live how I’m livin’!
If I spray, then shoot
Yo’ chances of survivin’ is zero
(Z-Ro) , cousin my tre (Trae) Tha Truth!
Listen! It’s no escape for you!
If you not there when I spin
I’mma be outside your crib
You still gon’ die in the
Future when this Drac’
(Drake) hit you, ‘cause I’ll ‘Wait For U’
Bitch, there’s no escape for you!
Yeah! It’s no escape for you!
This nigga hit my line when he
Was in LA like, "Gotti
I got some trouble could you
Bring me the steel?" i’m like, "Nigga
Just bring it back when you
Done wit’ the drill"
Long story short, I never showed up
I was hopin’ bruh would get killed
DJ Envy wife: you shoulda
Known I wasn’t comin’ (cummin’) for real!
What the fuck is the deal!?
I’ve been shot - you don’t wanna be that
I’ve seen death - you don’t wanna see that
My partner beat a murder, came home, got shot
That was my first time seein’ him
Fight for his life twice it was a rematch
Nigga, we strapped! Every Fuckin’ Bar, man!
Make him rap round 1, nigga
Houston, what’s up, cuh?

Gotti…we in Texas
And I’m really wit’ them guys you know-
(Hollow takes off his sunglasses and
Passes them to NuNu)
I need him to see it in my eyes
Enough of the stories you ain’t live
Y’all call this art?
I feel like I’m watchin’ paint dry
I don’t believe this bitch’ll pick
Up a stick in Shanghai we know ya mayne died
Ya moms got cataracts, she can’t drive
And at age 9, he dropped out, he was yay-high
Is it a yay high?
I mean, you should be afraid!
This a freight ride!
What he gon’ get saved by? A bell?
When I rock everybody on Bay side?! (Bayside)
Like I said, you in Texas, nigga
Down here, they’ll make Batman sit in jail
Lock up a churchgoer
They’ll deny a Christian bail (Bale)!
I seen a young’un turn cold-blooded
He got sick of cells (sickle cell)
Missed college, and when he got shanked
He ain’t get to yell (Yale)
I know dead niggas TOO, Geechi!
But this nigga be exaggeratin’
We like, "What you tryin’ to prove?"
Smack like, "How many you got on the list?"
He like, "Oh, it’s just me…minus two
I got one nigga that just died and I
Got another nigga that plan on dyin’ soon"
I mean, Geechi, what you tryna prove?
I mean, against Lux
He was on some other shit
Some Christopher Columbus shit
Actin’ like he discovered shit
You been gettin’ Greedy, Gotti
Oh, we gon’ touch on it but now it’s back on
We playin’ Looney Tunes, no Capcom
Steppin’ to clue
Pepe Le Pew: I’ll follow a cat home
We lit up Irving Plaza!
We made Troy pop like Taxstone!
You might be the face
But we the mothafuckin’ backbone!
He gon' rebuttal like Hollow
Have a real nigga third like Verb
Crippin' hard like Surf then say
Shit like "it's different" i meanthe nerve
My nigga, we know you
Control them Caffeine rooms, but not today
Once again, this Texas
They don't give a fuck about
Yo' block and gang he say
"All they talk about is rims down here"
Yeah, that's because the chopper swang nigga
Oh, I'm 'bout to rock like Bangz
I said you get boxed nigga
Damn yo' work space
Only thing left was 4-7-6-2
Sound like his grandma birthday o-o-o oh
I said
I'ma tell you what you need for me to survive
In order to beat me you gotta block
Cause you gon' need a soccer
Goalie from a line
You gon' need a 1 on 1 with Kobe and Lebron
You gon' need 40 Compton OGs and
Monster Kody in his prime
You gotta make sure that his heart is pure
Expect Kendrick Lamar for sure
He's gon' have a punch sayin'
I'm not a Top Dawg no more
And we'll applaud the bul
Cause we like how he say the shit
But, if my stock down and he should know
I ain't the nigga to be tradin' with
Anthony Davis I ain't the nigga
To be playin' with
Or be on a first name basis with a
Surgeon from 8: 00 to 6: 00
From 9: 00 to 3: 00 I'm makin' shifts
This culture changin' hold on, hold on
He gon' bring up my resume, right?
Let me break it down for the mon
So '12, it was Tsu and us
So I was suitin' up
'13? I was movin' up I didn't slack
With what I do with Lux
'14? I had to get a button (Budden) up
'15? I had a Clip-on
This fit fuckin' up ya Chucks
'16? I got Roc, I went and got another cut
Now I'm tailored
So how GG gon' make me buckle up? I mean
I usually don't talk about what I got on
But, if you is worried, LOMclothingcom, nigga

Dawg, is you doin' dope or somethin'?
Lately you've been comin' around dressed
Like you smokin' somethin'
Used to be Mr loopy
Now all of a sudden you broke and bummy
No frontin', it was a time in battle rap
LOM was the best fashion
You actually laid the blueprint
So, it's only right that the Crip
Try my hand at it
I'm talkin' clothin', podcast, weed
Even got my way with the music
Whole culture rockin' No StudioN and I ain't
Gotta pay them to do it
I can't deny yo' influence
Cause there was a time when you had
A commercial on every battle drop
I mean, niggas had big stages
We seen LOM that's when yo' brand was hot
All of a sudden that just stopped
It was no elevation
15 years of sellin' the shit
You never had a storefront
Or a physical location
No hatin', I'm just sayin'
You are an example of what
Not to do in business
Cause all of them years doin' bad business
Is what got you losin' business
And as God is my witness
You choose the loot over yo' friends cause
You thought you was the star
Got tired or ridin' with niggas who
Kept a roof over ya
Head and you ended up havin'
To sleep in yo' car nigga that's karma
Cause all the niggas you started wit'
I don't see you wit' none of them guys now
You chose the Money Over Loyalty and
Flipped ya whole company upside down
And look what I found
Another one of these vets with a coke habit
Nigga, you've been po' managed
And so damaged
Now you hurtin' everybody that's close to you
This time in yo' life should remind you of
John John and that mirror moment too
Cause you need to be able to look at
Yo'self and see what you goin' through
I'm not jokin' fool
I really wanna know how much coke ya nose had
Cause lately it been seeming like
You doin' so bad
You supposed to be goin' after the money
But, you lookin' for ya next high
Boy you chasin' the wrong bag
And ya battles? You been losin' a lot lately
Disappointin' the fans
That somethin' you should be thinkin' 'bout
You used to be held in high regard
Now you droppin' in them rankin' now
Seems like these days
The only thing Hollow about you
Is yo' bank account
Nigga you've been chasin' clout
Yo whole brand is built off Houston
Nigga, we've been watchin' you sip
Lean and talk slow
The shit is so depressin'
Lookin' at a New York nigga, screamin
"LOM" with all this aggression
When "Loyalty Over Money" is a
Term that started in Texas
Dawg, quit the flexin'
You from Queens, Texas is not ya home
You a fake, a goofy
And a motherfuckin' clone
That battle with Charlie Clips showed us
When it come to the money
You will do anything
Even if we say it's wrong
Printin' up them "Sike I Lied" t-shirts
Just another example of how you
Take some other nigga's
Shit and try to make it ya own
Nigga, how the fuck did this nigga
Even make it to NOME? I'm just sayin'
"Loyalty Over Money" is a lifestyle
And when it come to that shit
You ain't livin' to the name of
Ya brand or ya clothin'
Cause every time it was a chance
To choose loyalty over money
Nigga money was chosen today we exposin'
Cause you fucked up ya bond with
KG The Poet over a check
Lost all yo' respect
Cause you did some hoe shit
Remember we was supposed to do that charity
Event "for free" for the kids?
Come to find out you was gettin' money on
The side from URL and some mo' shit oh shit!
We couldn't have used that extra
Cash for that toy drive?
For them kids to get some mo' gifts?
But instead you wanna steal from
Them kids during Christmas
You a whole Grinch nigga you a whole bitch
Nigga it was sirens, no lullaby's
My lifestyle manie i'm talkin' 'bout
I've seen fiends sell they kids for
A couple grams of crack
Gave a whole new meaning to "Rock-A-Bye Baby"
Now that was crazy
But, I knew they wasn't that stupid
I said that shit last year
In this same building
Versus Cal' and they ain't even react to it

Exactlyand they still really
Didn't really react to it that time either

But when it's real you can tell you
Can see it in they eyes cuz time

You can ask any nigga in Texas that know me
They'll tell you, "Him a playa nigga"
Yeah, he from the other side of the world
But him a lay a (Himalaya) nigga"
You talk about coke?
Wasn't you robbin' a pharmacy?
Oh he the worst addict
Cause niggas that usually do that
Got a perc habit nigga talk to me
You out here breakin' into pharmacies
Gettin' all the lean
And not callin' me, nigga?
What's wrong witchu?
You knew I'd get that off
I done sold everything
From peaches, footballs
Anything but fentanyl
The greens, the yellows
I literally done had Every Fuckin' Bar nigga
Look, the truth is, I done shot at niggas
But, I ain't never shot a nigga
So I understand why you don't believe me
When I say I'll a kill ya
But y'all allowed this bigotry
This nigga up here dissin' me
With moves I helped popularize cause
He don't know his history
Nigga we can bet whatever
I'm old school, you can bet ya leather
Or you can change ya mind and come on
My side and we can bet together
Lettin' a new nigga out cast (Outkast) me?
Never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, nigga
I'm from the era era of DVDs
Watch what you say CDC he want a G EST
They scream, "You got it!"
You drop the money bag
(Moneybagg) and I'll go see him G (CMG)
Wait, ain't he from the west?
Well let's get creative like
Tyler with the cut
'Hit 'Em Up', now he gotta get his abs sewed
(Ab-Soul)
They wasn't conVinced Staples was good enough
Boogie up, and come get me
This ain't the tournament and
I ain't Rum Nitty he like to split shit
I would've made you take the
Whole buck 50 nigga v-v-v-viral
Movie you're a goofy hop out
Hooptie glock out
Shooting yeah, I'm manipulate
I got the arm out the
Window like I signal late
How many niggas skate?
Shiiiiit, I figured eight
You gotta show niggas
Once you bring it to them it's straight
Or they'll program you with lies like
I jumped in a lake soft where
(software)? I seen bullets go
In her face (interface)
How this nigga gon' take my spot?
I ain't even worried
Y'all say so? Y'all think he's scary?
Vegan curry, this that fake GOAT
He said when he came in, it
Was a God-tier nigga hurtin'
Couldn't make dough
That was me, crack CD, I played broke
Still Shine 'til the point The
Professor had to make notes
Woman or man, my gun take both like Dej Loaf
Gauge smoke look like train smoke
I'll take loc and shoot his block
At 6: 00AM like, "Stay woke, nigga"
Look, who is Gotti? I wouldn't put tacky
But, it's rude he got taken down by Guilianni
Who is Gotti? Ummm, battle rap Illuminati
Who is Gotti?
A made-up character like Luca Brasi
If Gotti met Gotti he'd call
Him a "moolie" probably who is Gotti?
A nigga who's been comin' unprepared
Human body last round
They almost turned to R kelly
Artists and start booing (Boo &) Gotti
Who is Gotti? A podcaster
And I wanted to support him podding
So I came to his show
But it wasn't in Compton
It was in the back of a clothing store
A lil' closet i mean
It's funny his shit called No StudioNhe ain't
Got no studio to film out of i mean
Then he tried to push his weed
That he got from his supplier
He said, "This EFB", I said
"I don't think that it's fire
You don't even smoke" "No but
It's some good tree and I stand behind it"

And I'm way fresher than you by the
Way these D&G if you ain't know
I'm way cleaner than you right now
Way cleaner than you right now

Shoutout to my nigga though
I left his hand, I ain't copped from him
Shoutout to A ward, that white
Boy beat him twice
It felt like he was hoppin' him
I remember Geechi used to rap
Like this with no confidence
I was on the side watchin' him
Like "'Keep Ya Head Up'", 2Pacing him
I mean, i was tryin' to help him
Get his commas up commonly
I know how to end a sentence, period
Nigga, you was slouching over ya words
I should charge you a posture fee
(apostrophe) don't worry about the Don
Don't worry what I got on lOM clothingcom

So y'all like the way this nigga rap I think
So a nigga need to be up
Here sayin' shit like this
"Yo Gotti I got a Heckler with the
CMG cause I'm a cold killa
There's no way I can shine like
This bitch cause my glow realer (Gorilla) "
Yeah, exactly "Oh let me give him more
How many of 'em to skate? I figure eight
But to make his leg lock
How many it'll take? I figure four"

Easy, stop actin' like that shit be
Hot man for real these niggas
Be doin' this old school weak ass
Rap we talkin' real shit

If y'all wanna hear real nigga shit
They gon' listen to me
If y'all wanna hear nerd then y'all
Gon' listen to this clown
Niggas came here to see me
Bring that old Gotti
And bring 'em back to them third rounds
Like you said
Nigga we was really movin' coke
I had upscale women, to street niggas
Different clients moved so much white in my
Hood I gentrified it
Niggas lyin' if they said they
Was gettin' it like us, it was much more
Remember it was fo' heads on
The same rock Mt rushmore
I believe in God, that's my religion
What's yours? Cause in the trap
I seen fiends on they knees
Prayin' to drug lords
Nigga what's yo' addiction? Mines was weapons
I'm from Nutty Blocc but to the
Other side I'm a blessin'
My ops be broke and homeless
I be movin' they ass to Heaven
And it work out
Cause when a couple of they patnas need to
Go they can use 'em as a reference
Nigga class in session
These niggas can rap, but it's not real
So I don't feel the shit
I really can't hear them clowns
Cops sirens and shots firin'
I was tryin' to steer clear of them sounds
I hate that I really live what I rap
I be tryin' to live shit down
I don't glorify being shot
Do you know I actually had to feel them
Rounds so they can feel this round?
Nigga, fuck all that old era shit nigga
No StudioN i was gettin' my haircut and the
Nigga next to me got shot
The whole block was hot i'm just sayin'
Before I ever heard of a SMACK
DVD I witnessed a serious murder (Serius
Murda) in a barbershop nigga cut the shit
Do you know slappin' a light skinned nigga
In Houston been on my bucket list?
Every time I hear this nigga
Rap I be fuckin' pissed
It get me real tight
When they react to the shit you spit when I
Actually know you a bitch in real life
Tell me what it feel like to go to
Sleep a clown and wake up a pussy
I just left the grow house
Tryin' to bake up some cookies
That was random, but bottom line he right
Just lettin' you know I actually got
Enough trees to hide behind
You must be out ya mind
Fuckin' coke head, with all that foul usin'
I done made niggas shit on they self
From the sound of the gun, them was bowel
(BAOW) movements
I'm who the crowd choosin', the fans favorite
The first mission, felt like meet and greets
All that hand shakin' ya man's basic
He don't got no struggle to rap 'bout
But imagine all the cribs we done trapped out
My lifestyle felt like I
Played for the Pistons
The way I had it mapped out
The lil' homie said for a Grant he'll
(Hill)
Have the spot boomin' for the fast count
I used to keep the money
At my mama brother house
Yeah, my Uncle Jerry was the stack house
(Stackhouse)
You don't know what that's 'bout
Before I had a beard to shave
I was shavin' dimes fiends comin' and goin'
Trap lookin' like a layup line
Nigga, did I waste my time?
Imagine a bitch callin' me a deadbeat
When the whole block done watched
Me raise my 9
Where I'm from, if you are a shooter
You get more respect
Me and my niggas traumatized from all
The bodies on the set
My patna talk about death so
Much he got morning (mourning) breath
Sometimes I be more than stressed
All the weight I been carryin'
Duckin' karma
That be all the time I be carryin'
Listen, I actually caught my op lackin'
And wet his whip up the irony
They had to do a car wash just to bury him
Nigga, these the type of raps that
Be scarin' him and that's facts
I deal with reality bars Smack
I don't get with these trash raps
Trust me, you got bars, but I done seen
A gang of niggas die, you right
And that's why I don't do personals
Cause diggin' up dirt on
Niggas give me flashbacks
Nigga that's facts!
Cause when it's real, y'all can tell
(You can see it in they eyes) yo' turn
See if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga time

How you the new face of ya
Classand you 38 and a half?
You young, new, old niggas be makin' me mad
That's why I got a hatred for Ave
When I heard he was on
A ventilator for COVID
I celebrated and danced
And I can't dance good as you can see
Battle rap live in me i'm connected cause
I can go over the bridge and see
You throw shots in the air
And don't care about efficiency
Baiting every league, tryin' to fish and see
Let's keep it real (reel)
The reason the God Tier niggas don't
Respect the moves you do
Cause you go from headlining Summer
Madness to entering The Crucible
You're on EVERY fUCKING cARD
I seen this nigga at a house
Party, I said, "What's next
Madison Square?"
He said, "Nah i'm battlin' here"
You're on EVERY fUCKING cARD
Look, he can't go home 'til he
See where his spouse is
Look, I don't know if his house big
But lately he been Dior and
Louis on the outfit all them King Of The Dot
Battles and you still
Ain't put no Money Where Your Mouth Is
You're on EVERY fUCKING cARD
You've been gettin' Greedy Gotti
Oh, you thought that's somethin'
We can't touch? Doin' Air BNB parties and
Girls gettin' molested
Oh that's somethin' you dare me to bring up?
Fans pissed, now you and R kelly gettin'
30'd the same month
You're on EVERY fUCKING cARD
But he don't care
As long as he got Rich Owens and a Mary
Man, how you rich owin' and
You a married man?
Take them dumbass cornrows out ya head
You'se a family man pick up ya pants
Talk to ya son man to man real nigga shit
Remember that song you did when Nip' died?
Over a million views, big time
But since then no happy C Day shoutouts
No all money i did Total Slaughter
It ain't the first time I seen a
Nigga get a million then slide
Sometimes, cultural appropriation come from
Your own races
That's why I thought I may Skip once
I seen I was on Bay list (Bayless)
I had to, get rid of a
(A) Smith, bring in somethin' Sharp (e)
At first take it
Reverse stations, how Bay sick
When he basic? I mean, we know the same shit
That's why I'm up here
Smokin' on the top tier like the
We know about game six
And ain't nobody colder than me
Geechi, I was recently at an event
And I reacted to a line a nigga stole from me
That's how many bars I got my nigga
But when I get bored (board) I karate chop
Wait, get Gotti got, got Gotti molly whapped
With an old 40, private stock
Pistol whip him after I fire shots
Cause they said
"You gotta strike while the iron hot"
I said, "How this thug in the final spot?"
Gun'll pop 'til the rhymin' stop
He'll look at Beas' like "Geez
How much time he got?" you gossip like fools
Nigga, I swear to God I'm the truth
You see Gotti, I'm sworn in
This really mafia rules
When you got the call from the boss
What was your thoughts when he
Sent Hollow to move?
If you Gotti, I'm Paul Castellano to you
You fuckin' cross me
I held captive for him when
They under bossed me we all know Gotti
Big ass ego, got a love for Coffee
But he been actin' like a prick
But we both sworn in, take it in blood
He wasn't hidin' behind a tree
The boss told him to stay
Away from them drugs (Drugz)
I said, after that he gettin' hit from hit
He gotta get a fix
From Smack to GrindTime, that's why Gotti got
The Don in front of him
To tell him he's not a wise buy
Nigga, you got your name Queens
I was raised in Queens
I done banged in Queens
From the slim to the fat Keds
I'll reign Supreme
Before I leave I gotta say
Say it with ya chest nigga
The shit you've been throwin' up's sloppy
We knowin' you cocky, and you Mafia
But this ain't a show
When you gotta start Growin' Up Gotti?