URLtv, Jaz The Rapper, Geechi Gotti - Geechi Gotti vs. Jaz The Rapper lyrics

On April 12th, 12: 13 PM
You asked Twitter if there was
Anybody that could fuck you
Y'all chill with that laughin' shit i mean
You said it wasn't you and somebody logged
In with yo' pass and shit
How much followers you have?
I know you hype you got
Your Twitter back and shit
So we got Freaky Gotti versusnigga
I'll hack ya shit
If y'all don't remember how I
Doesnah suck my dick! Now I'm finna flex
For ten years they've been askin' when
I'm gon' give a nigga 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 fuck this nigga
Shit gon' break the internet


I'm Hawk shit, I talk shit
I'm from Brooklyn
This how a bitch from New York get be easy
This ain't the first time a Compton nigga
Died for fuckin' with the wrong bitch
But what's up with you Geechi?
I'm tryin' to see what ya stamina like
What the fuck's up?
Bay wanna see my sexy 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 fuck this Nut' up
I'm tryin' to see this whole bastard'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
Pussy
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 niggas it's unheard"
Yung Berg
I'm rebranding myself to put beats on niggas
But, you Nutty Blocc, right?
I can't leave this nigga spared
Do him greasy
You did Summer Madness? I did Summer
Madness too they all seen me
I'ma do you bad, shit gon' feel
Like Summer Madness 2 please, believe me
Cause his mom identified a body like
"This shit 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 niggas started callin' you "the GOAT"
You started slackin', freestylin'
And you even got fat
Shit, you movin' like Clips
How much you weigh? 'Bout 250?
Damn, 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
Nigga 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 nigga 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 fuckin'
Bar like the club hot
Got the semi, livin' with more holes
(hoes) than a truck stop
Call my gun "Hustle" cause this big
Bitch back out like "Fuck 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 shit 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 nigga get dismantled
Fill your vigil up with candles
Kyrie vs derozan
I will beat a Compton nigga 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 hell
50 round drum? Nah
I made a long story short just to
Put it in a Nut shell
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 shitty
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 nigga hid behind his girl with the ring
But he was in that bitch jail posing
My nigga, 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 shit 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 niggas believe them lies
My nigga time

We got Geechi Gotti versus (You'se a bitch)
Bitch I don't give a fuck how
Many of these nigga's dicks you
Sucked you ain't sucked mine yet
So I feel a way
And I know you don't write ya own shit
So you and yo' ghostwriter
Gettin' killed today
How you gon' deal wit' Bay?
I don't give a fuck if you
Thought we was friends bitch
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
Bitch, my gun was poppin' cherries before
You ever even got dick you a dispatcher
You can't relate to my life
On this block shit
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 bitch
I used to rob shit
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 shit you
Said I just thought about tell ya daddy
I'm puttin' gangsta dick all
In his daughter mouth put out my gun like
"What the fuck 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 killed one Bardashian
You just the next one to get nominated
I catch you bitches 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 fucked up, I got my gun inside
But, you fuckin' 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 bitch 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
Bitch, if you shot a nigga 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
Bitch this a homi
What you thought? We was finna
Have sort of candlelit dinner?
A little moment to vibe?
I don't take bitches 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 fuck wit' no police
Especially after my dawg died
Tie a noose around this pig neck
And leave a hog tied yeah they all lie
Bitch, what's the procedure when a
Gun in yo' cheek?
Pistol whip you 'til ya gums on ya teeth
I ain't stoppin' 'til this bitch 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 bitch have gun bars
That's disrespectful
To all the shooters in the venue, knowin'
If a crime was to happen
Niggas would have to hit you
And you know what got me pissed too?
Cause you the type of bitch
That have to send muhfuckas
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 bitch is NYPD aw hell
She part of the reason that
Shit happened to Sean Bell
You a fuckin' sellout
I blame you for every time niggas
In here have to bail out
I blame you for every time a
Muhfucka 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'
Bitch don't rap 'bout the streets cause
You ain't never been in 'em
When we say, "Fuck the police"
She can't say it, cause she be sendin' 'em
Bitch you is a dispatcher
I don't wanna hear no gangsta
Shit in yo' rhymes bitch you a dispatcher
It's yo' job to report crimes
Bitch 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 shit tough
Bitch you a dispatcher
When 9-1-1 get called yo' drunk ass
The one who pick up bitch you a dispatcher
You gon' kill me? No fuckin' way
Bitch you a dispatcher
You want us to believe you gon' kill me
And make sure the ambulance on the way?
Bitch you a dispatcher and y'all see
First round over this shit 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-

I had to hide Geechi's body
This nigga'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 fuck with me
But when I post Nut clarity gon' be made
I'm glad this ain't in LA
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, shit'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
Nigga I will kill 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 fuckin' care
I'm goin' to be shootin' this
West nigga for 20 years
When you battled my sis', all I
Heard was, "Jaz, Jaz, Jaz", get off my dick
You gotta rectify it
Nigga 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? Damn
Y'all can't boost a nigga? Y'all act
Like I ain't got a shot
Nigga you hype you got an extra 50 from
Drake? That nigga 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 EFB right? Where everybody at?
You scared niggas 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 nigga
You better in the game
But why when people say you predictable
You get mad? Nigga you can't take the truth?
Don't be mad at us the blame is you
Niggas 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 teeth why the fuck are they yellow?
Nothing about that is alright
You be rockin' Gucci, Dior, I
Like high fashion too
But why the fuck ya teeth 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"
Nigga 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?"
Nigga 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 shit you preach is blasphemy
He the Crip swindler
He be lyin' talkin' 'bout
"My enemies are after me"
Ain't nobody after you Marcus
Y'all peep how I brought up Bad Boys earlier?
Shit get crazy, shit 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
Nigga I was there
We partied through that whole city
But you was supposed to paint the town Red
Basically, you don't bully shit
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 nigga 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 fuck Dre Vishiss, fuck Danny, fuck Nitty
I'll up the Sig'
Ain't Lil' Slap EFB too? I love the kids
But he can't say "Every Fuckin'
Bar" he's just a kid so I brought the FN
(effin') for him, fuck 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 niggas 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 Fuckin'
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 shit 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 nigga, time

I heard a couple niggas sayin' "facts"
When she was sayin' that shit
We whoopin' y'all ass after this fACTS!
Aye but look, she bring up the tree shit
But see
When Coffee wanted to whoop y'all bitches
Ass for sayin' stupid shit
And I made sure it didn't happen
At that moment I was a "super Crip"
I'm sayin'
She talkin' crazy like we don't ride
The tree, I get it
Cause them bitches was scared to branch
Off away from me and wouldn't
(wood not) leave my side
Whoever did your hair for this
Battle didn't care for you
It's 4: 30, you could've hit
Me fo' 30 inch bundles, this shit terrible
When you came out, I was kinda scared of you
Cause, I know a bitch with a wig like that
Ain't no tellin' what she prepared to do
She talkin' 'bout, "Gotti
I just came to rap and that's it"
Shut the fuck up you Saga lookin' ass bitch
All that touchin' and bumpin' last
Round? Bad fo' yo' health
Instead of lookin' like Saga
You need to act like Saga and
Keep yo' hands to yo'self
You know how bad that I felt when
I found out you was a dispatcher?
I was fuckin' hot
Literally, my heart fuckin' dropped
I had dreams of you runnin' and duckin' shots
Had sheets on top of ya dead body
Finally see you upgrade from a
Dispatcher to an undercover cop
Speakin' of undercover
Let's talk about this undercover hate that
You got fo' yo' team
And how all this Bardashian love ain't
Really all that it seems
See, cause after O'fficial smoked you
You became an O hater
You only teamed up with her to
Soak up some of O flavor
You got mad that she really was the GOAT
You don't like being number two
So you created the Bardashians knowin'
She was too fat
To be Kim so she gotta be under you
And Casey a sucka too
Cause she know you ain't really her homie
There's plenty of interviews where
You were sayin' she don't deserve to be WOTY
You fake and you phony
Every battle we see you on
Stage cheering and spazzin'
But, you couldn't make it to support her
In none of them tournament matches
Tell me what's crackin'?
She do somethin' you ashamed of? It's like
Ever since they started callin' her
"the face' you changed up
Multiple interviews, they askin' you who
To give a shot to
You ain't say her name once
All you do is play dumb
Don't tell me that "I don't
Battle my friends" shit
Cause her and O'fficial battled and
They put on a classic
See you need yo' ass whipped
You don't like to see yo' sister shine
Didn't they just have a big ass
Battle on Remy Ma card
In New York? Ain't that the
City that you reside?
Ain't this bitch from Brooklyn?
Ain't that where the fuck you stay?
You decided to take a vacation
On the Bardashian's biggest day?
Them vacation hours you get from yo' job
You couldn't pick a different date?
Them foreigners who be flyin' you out
To fuck them niggas couldn't wait?
Look at these bitches face
I'ma tell 'em that shit is not cool
Ain't nothin' straight
I'ma tell y'all why she don't like
Bein' on stage when they rap
Cause even that Jaz face can't
Hide the fuckin' hate
Bitch you don't never wanna congratulate
You told Casey to "break a leg"
And looknothin' left to say
Now she's sellin' phones with pictures on
The back of the case
I'ma tell y'all how that's really
Gay and expose the hate
She got tired of hearin' Case was the face
Fuck around and put her face on a Case
You a fuckin' disgrace
I don't care if it's the bar she
Spit or when she post a pic, stop gassin' it
Battle rap from looks to her bars
She below average
Imagine if she actually did battle
All of the killers
Y'all would've think she did that
But O'fficial smoked her
She still ain't get no get back
Y'all say she top five and how she
So in but I don't get that
When there's still battles she hasn't did
Yet MyVerse and Fit and Couture
You would've think she did that
I mean listen, there's a couple of new girls
That claim she lacin' 'em
But it's all a front like a wig cap
See, there's a couple of battles that's
Still hangin' over her head
She need closure from and that's big facts
Bitch, you still ain't had a decent wig yet
And Gotti got bundles
This bitch could've banged my line
If my prices was too high you could've
Come over to suck my dick
Prolly would've changed my mind
Just don't waste my time
Cause, I know you fuck for bars
That's how you got into that
Shit with QP wasn't it?
He claimed it was just head but we know he
Said that to say that image you love coverin'
Truth is, you had QP all in that
Pussy like you was smugglin'
I'm done with it
Her whole image is bein' so innocent
But tell y'all the truth
Watson is the only one we knew about
You might've gave him stupid clout
But there's a list
Of top tiers who you be chewin' out
Oh, she ain't want y'all- yeah exactly
Cause these fans think you
Some kind of trophy
But niggas like me know deep down
You got mo' bodies than Yoshi oh she
Ain't want y'all to know she be suckin'
Surf dick just be callin' him "bro"
Y'all sayin' "Aw" cause y'all
Actually thought it befo' you'se a true thot
We ain't gotta talk about the battle
Rap bodies that you got
But we all know you've have The Wave
In ya mouth like the food hot fool stop
Can y'all tell this fool to stop
Lyin' 'bout her body count?
News flash, if you fucked a nigga, even
If they don't know about it
Bitch the body count
I highly doubt I could even lose to
Jaz when I get paid more
Even if I don't get my second half
All the merch sold out so I already made more
I'm talkin' 'bout the EFB gone, I done did
A live podcast, meet and
Greets, club appearances
And that's really what I came for
See you a lame whore
Remember you told me 5K was
The most you ever get?
I told you I spent that on a light day
You wanna be like Bay
Cause no matter how much they
Convinced you this major bitch
Behind closed doors you barely even makin'
Rent to pay yo' rent in battle rap she like
"Gotti I'm always the main event but I
Leave the venue and I ain't content
Cause, I rap my heart out but Smack
And them barely gave me shit"
But they paid you didn't they?
So you should be sayin' "Thank you" bitch
All them different niggas you done fucked
And they just had you leavin' lookin' dumb
All them different niggas you done fucked
But, I'm the only Nut
You actually benefit from
I told you how to market yo'self
And yo' brand so you
Can get the type of money
You make and equate that
I told you not to take no bullshit
Money from a league you don't want
Don't take that
Yeah bitch, you stupid as shit
I even told you how much to
Charge URL for this battle, you owe me 20%
Make her rap cause when it's real, you can
(You can see it in they eyes
Go 'head make niggas believe them lies time)

When people say you lost a battle
You cry on Twitter to convince
Us that you didn't
Don't even think about tryin' it
See, I've been chillin'
But, if I see somethin' I
Don't like I'm firin'
Cause they gon' say I won, you
Might try to sway the polls, i'm eyeing it
So if you decide to tamper (Tampa) Bay
This Tom' comin' out of retirement
I'll pop some shit i'll drop some shit
I'm tryin' to overkill so I don't
Care if I'm over Bay, he'll get the TECs
(text) for no reason, I'm a toxic bitch
And JR, I'll catch you at the show
And get to shootin' like a movie role
My Spanish hitter will get him shot
In the back like Ricky, i call him Rubio
Now this nigga lookin' for
Somewhere to hide like
"Jaz! I thought I was Gucci bro!"
Shit remind me of Maury I'll have that
Cameraman runnin' through the whole studio
NoStudioN? That's ya brand?
You makin' bread off of shit I already live
Nigga I was 13 recordin' in the basement
I've been no studioing since a kid
Every day you go on that podcast and
Rant about shit you don't like
Shit is all bad but they let you get away
With bitchin' like a
Girl cause you call that shit a podcast
You got these niggas brainwashed
Just cause you do that "lyrical tough" shit
I mean
We know you went to college but why we ain't
Know the Compton Crip go
For Criminal Justice? I mean Smack
Who did a background check on this man?
I swear you really be pickin' 'em
I know you ain't graduate
But, if you call me "a snitch" you
Was just a snitch in trainin'
You my twin and 'em
I'm 'bout to shake shit, now
That wasn't my major
But I went to school for the same shit
You learn about verdicts
Felons, misdemeanors, i know the biz
Y'all wanna know my verdict? I think
He done fell in some shit
Cause y'all think mister meaner
(misdemeanor) than he is i do
(due) process that you a Crip
But that don't make you exempt still
Them gangsta claims caught up with
You, but I won't judge, you the best still
Nigga I'll rob you for your jewelry
Then move on to the next drill
That's kill some C's and assist
(cease & desist) Casey and O
For they next kills
When you battle my sis'you did amazin'
I ain't come here to hate
I came to dance with a great
But now we know where the fuck you
Learn how to handle a Case
When it's real, you can tell
You can see it in they eyes
Whole time I thought you learned
That from these gangsta goons
But when it's real you can tell, you
Can see it in they eyes
Nigga those is techniques we learned
From the interrogation rooms
You a fraud and everything
You rep screams that
I can't believe I didn't doubt you
Geech is a language from the south
Gotti is a nigga from NY
Ya whole alias is a clout move
And you always wear Yankee hats
Why don't you wear the state that housed you
Nigga ya name "Mark" bein' a mark is
The only Cali thing about you
Nigga you'se a bitch!
You was scared Casey Jay was doin' voodoo
Nigga you'se a bitch!
You beg celebs every event, they
Don't ask for 'em, you do
Nigga you'se a bitch!
You only fuck with Hustle cause
She ya ops op'
That ain't somethin' dudes do
Nigga you'se a bitch!
Ya only battle rap beefs is
With Coffee and NuNu
Mad cause now they let you on her live
They way you ran to be in female
Beef you could've torn your ACL
Actin' like she broke ya heart
I ain't seen a nigga mad at
NuNu like that since ATL
And you and Coffee had words on Twitter
Why you always arguin' with women online
You got flaws that I'ma check
Serena won 23 Grand Slam titles
That's the only Compton bitch I wanna see
Go back and forth across the 'net
And you told O you would slap
Her if she was a man
That threat was pretty weird
Cause all she did was mention the tree
See that shit hurts you and it's clear
When that video dropped I
Thought you'd get canceled
You lucky you even here
I know you don't play overseas
But ask OJ Mayo
Fuckin' with them trees could've
Ended ya career smack, this ya face?
As soon as I got that call I said
"It's lit for him" after this they gon' say
A Brooklyn bitch fucked
Up the face more than Lil' Kim
Now I'm 'bout to tell y'all somethin'
And I hope after this I hope I'm
Forgiven and you still love me
See, I ain't never fucked a Crip before
But one night I was lit in LA and
I was just tryin' to get some cutty
This when I knew that Crip shit was in him
He said I gotta throw up
"C's" while he fuck me
So I'm ridin' and asked if you
Liked it, the nigga said, "On Nutty"
I just knew you 'bout to
Cum, as far as strokes
You got like two more
But then he stopped right before
He nutted, then he left
This nigga's so Crip he wouldn't blew
(blue) balls but what happened with you
And Miss "Get Comfortable"?
Y'all was Mr and Mrs west Coast
Y'all made Cali look good
Nigga you sad and you a joke
The timing was perfect
Y'all could brag and y'all could boast
It makes my skin burn, nervous intern
You dropped Coffee when it mattered the most
That was yo' sis' if Casey or O ain't want
Somebody at they shit
I'd have made them bitches leave
She just ain't want and her
Friends at the battle
You should accommodate her needs
But, I get it, he thought
If he kicked 'em out
That somebody would call the cops up
But remember, he's traumatized
And the last time he took RX out a
Buildin' his dumb ass got locked up
And when it's real, you can tell
You can see it in the eyes
Go 'head make niggas believe them lies
My nigga time

She said, "Geechi went to
School for criminal justice"
That shit was so basic
The whole hood up here
I ain't doin' no fakin' or hoe claimin'
They know I just had got out at 16
That shit is documented for
An attempted murder
I'll take whatever class the judge told me
To get out of jail and probation
Bitch you'se a clown and y'all all Gary's
The first place I went to when I
Got locked up was the law library
They don't understand that though
But she's a witness
They don't understand that if you
Know more about the
Law then you can actually beat the system
And I didn't even understand that shit either
Ah well, I went to school for
Like three months, came back
Did a burglary and went right back to jail
My whole life fail but now I'm back on stage
And I ended up seein' this bitch
In a Black Compass interview
And she was lookin' kinda pretty too
I was actually thinkin' 'bout puttin'
Some dick in you and then I was like
"What the fuck is that on
Her wall? A Timberland boot?" i'm like
"She's gotta be some confused little thot"
You got a Timberland boot on
Yo' wall in yo' room
That must be symbolizing the first pair
Of boots that was knocked
But, you know what I thought
When I really watched? I'm like
"Ain't no bitch who got her
Own shit livin' like that" can't be
Cause ain't no nigga finna come
To no bitch crib
And see boots on the wall and stay like
Bitch is your crazy? So then I'm like
"This bitch still livin' in
Her childhood kid room"
You mean to tell me you
Still live with yo' parents?
You don't got yo' own spot?
You not a leaser or a renter?
"Big Bag Jaz" is actually
"Little Bedroom Magenta"
You a fuckin' pretender
You ain't suppose to move out yo'
Parents house 'til it's time to
And it's time to
What? You mean to tell me that
Cop salary don't pay so well?
How is you up here in designer fit's
Good wigs and long nails
But, you payin' for a room at mom's
Crib like her shit a motel hoe tell
(hotel) me why you such a flawed ass bitch
You mean to tell me even when you
Not on stage, you preppin', schemin'
All that shit
Cause you actually gotta come up with an
Angle to tell yo' parents how you
Ain't got rent this month but they see
The new Burberry that you bought
You actually schemin' 'bout
Sneakin' niggas in
Yo' room without gettin' caught
Just like I thought
This bitch a fuckin' square
Soon as they tell her she
Can't have no company
She go to her room and start punchin' the air
Fuckin' clown
Practicin' all that stage presence when she
Get too loud her mama screamin'
"Hold it down!" you 30 plus
Livin' with yo' parents should be
Your last fuckin' route
Eazy, don't you be on Bel-Aire?
Call Uncle Phil to kick this
Bitch Jaz out the house
I'm finna spaz without a doubt
Cause, I get it now
Your dispatcher job, you work the night shift
That's the only place you can
Get calls after 10: 00
Yeah, you a fuckin' bum to me
You right, I got NoStudioN, The Riot
My own whips, my own cribs
I live comfortably
This bitch don't know nothin' 'bout
Havin' her own businesses
Whole life she was told she
Shouldn't have no company
You can't fuck wit' me
You a bum to me, so when they
Say she a top 5 bitch, not to me
Every conversation like that I'm
Leavin' you out
I don't believe nothin' you rap about
Not even a doubt
How y'all gon' sit here and watch
Her scream in my face
She can't even scream in the house
I'm just sayin', y'all praise
The bummiest bitches, that shit is weird
Imagine the top rapper females supposed
To be role models
Imagine Remy Ma livin' with her
Mom and drinkin' beer shit is weird
Smack, I don't give a fuck how
Much her and Surf write together
I don't want you to book this bitch no
Mo' 'til she get her life together
Because in reality
You the type of bitch that I steer past
You told the story half way
I remember it vividly what happened when I
Was 'bout to fuck yo' weird ass
This bitch right here
Was tryin' to give me some pussy
But then she start actin' weird as shit
I'm tryin' to smash she keep
Talkin' 'bout she hearin' shit
Like what the fuck is you hearin'?
Bitch start blurtin' out battle rap slogans
I'm like, "This some weird ass shit but fuck
It I'll start back strokin'"
This bitch talkin' 'bout Tay
Roc voice "That's light!" i'm like
"What the fuck is you talkin'
'bout bitch that's pipe"
Aye, she start givin' me that long head
I'm damn near fallin' off the bed
She givin' me that two hand
Twist with the slow grind
But she backed up like
"But nigga this just a preview
You finna get this shit in 3D too so
It's showtime!"
Aye, then she start grippin' my shit
Lookin' at my nuts all strange
She like, "Geechi
You know it's two words after this ball Game"
Aw man she had one nut in her mouth
She started to gargle
She looked up like Surf in
That Roc battle and said
"Don't look so startled"
Aye, I'm like, "Keep on suckin'
I like what you doin' then"
This bitch jumped up ran somewhere
Like, "You wanna finish fuckin'? Guess
What room I'm in!"
Then the bitch start ridin' the
Nigga crazy, I'm like, "Cuz stop"
She's still goin' I'm like, "Bitch stop"
She like, "Huh?"
I'm like, "I know you fuckin' heard me"
This bitch STILL goin'
I'm like, "Aight bitch jERSEY!" she like
"GeechI don't worry I don't make niggas
Nut 'til it's time to"
I'm like, "It's time to" i was surprised too
Cause, I'm in that bitch lookin' like
"This shit gotta be a mirage"
Pulled out my dick, nutted on her face
Like, "When it's real, you can tell
You can see it in ya eyes" nigga time