URLtv, Mike P, Geechi Gotti - Mike P vs. Geechi Gotti lyrics

This nigga get to call the coin and shit
Smack (No respect) no respect, man
Y'all niggas acting different as fuck
Charron, Mike P, Nunn Nunn
All these white boys getting plates
During Black History month (Talk, talk)
I mean it couldn't be him vs
Charron or him vs glueazy
Mike P and Frak couldn't make a match hot?
Caffeine, just 'cause this nigga play Call of
Duty for y'all for a living
Don't mean you got to keep
Giving him Black Ops we got, we got, we got
Geechi Gotti, versus
Your bitch got fucked by a gang of battle
Rappers and you wanted to kill yourself
This nigga's life is full of drama
How you even feel comfortable having
Her as ya baby mama? I mean for real
You didn't even want a paternity tеst?
My nigga, let's be honest
That could bе anybody kid
You should have immediately took her
To see a doctor soon as she woulda dropped
I woulda had that baby by ASAP, like Rihanna
She still a toddler so I

Can understand the guilt
But, I wouldn't be in no venues with
Ryda until that man is killed
Imagine, imagine doe?
He want to raise his daughter
On almond milk but can't
Because the brand is Silk, nigga
(Boy, I don't want to hear no white boy raps
Nigga)
(You trash, I'mma walk off when you rap)
They tellin' your man to chill
They tellin' your man to chill
Where you wit'
Mike? Somewhere still lookin' for Ryda
(rider) like a hitchhike? You the bitch type
Mad at every black nigga 'cause you know
Deep down inside that's your bitch type
First it was the Cigarillo bull
Yeah, first it was the Cigarillo
Bull then she switched pipes
Fucked a gang of your peers
And now that's his wife is this right?
I had, i heard she had a whole
Schedule of fuckin' battle rappers
Early in the morning she was
Gettin' full of that Yakman
By the middle of the day Ryda had
Her tailin' the whip gettin' hit right
Then my nigga Twork had her strapped
In screaming "Madness" before Midnight
Is this right? You gon' have to deal with
This angle for your
Whole career whether you like it or not
That nigga was battling Danny Meyers
In that second round
Boy really thought he was hot
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
(I do) when battle rappers had your bitch
Leg in the bow position
Your weird ass was still contemplating
On tyin' the knot
Is he, is he cryin' or not?
Is he cryin' or not?
How you and your bitch get beat by Ryda?

Oh you, yo he said he won
You right, the judges did pick you
Yeah, the judges did pick you
I know that shit got to fuck with yo' soul
But since the judges did pick you
Technically
Yo' bitch the only one that lost on the
Nigga (I'm not playin')
Yo last name, he won yo last name is Pulice
Yo last name is Pulice so I
Can understand why you cuffin' bitches
Plus you a lame
I really can see what she doin' witcha
But that nigga fucked ya bitch then rapped
To you about fuckin' yo' bitch
That was the one time it
Was justified for the Pulice
(police) to shoot a nigga
Ruger hit ya, Ruger

Ruger hit ya, dazed and confused
Stars next to his head like a Uber picture
Lift a can, lift a can
Lift a can, lift a can
Lift a can, lift a can
Lift a can, I really shoot thangs
The shoulder strap on the K was a shoe string
If we ever seen Mike grippin' the long
Nose it was after the flu game
Fuck the bullshit
Fuck the bullshit, big facts
I was a Young Thug wit' a
Bright Future and a big strap
Get his wig clapped this gun a
(Gunna) be pushin' P's shit back (Oh my god)
I been that, ask around, I can demonstrate
Befo' I ever had a podcast
I was close range with the trey like
"Nigga here's ya plate"
No Studio'n, I'll really plug Mike
(mic) in the face white boy, I plug Mike
Yeah, every fuckin' bar man
(Every fuckin' bar, what!?)
Forget your race, white boy
You can't come on my block
All that fuckin' mousse in your hair
All that fuckin' mousse in yo' hair
It's only right I let it buck in your top
Nigga you in
(Giving me these weirdos, Smack)
You in love with a thot
When she asked you to be
Less demanding you tried
But the moment you put a ring on that hand
That she was gripping' all that dick with
The man in you died nigga, you'se a bitch!
Nigga, you'se a bitch! And we not equal
Mike, I never ever shot a guni shot people
The Glock lethal (Every fuckin' bar)
(Right, nobody ever thought of that shit)
I ain't never shot a gun
I shot people, the Glock lethal
Have his head missin'
Who would have fuckin' thought a gamer
Would be my next victim
His upper body on Caffeine
But the leg's Twitch-ing dead kick him
Dead kick him dead kick him dead kick him
You really in a spot where you dyin' in
Nigga, that should scare you
Pistol whip you 'til the clip fall
Out and I crack a (cracker) barrel
I shouldn't have to
I shouldn't have to tell you
I shouldn't have to tell you
If I rap it I really done that fuck rap
If a nigga ever left Earth going
Against me he ain't come back
Fun fact: I really used to rob shit
I'm talkin' kick door, strong arms
I really does that i mean literally

Stick shit up for a living like thumbtacks
Where the guns at? Where the guns at?
Where the guns at? I let it rip on sight
The chopper was handheld
Made me dump the clip on Mike (mic)
Yo, the chopper was handheld
It made me dump the clip on Mike (mic)
Yo, Jerooz
Remember when you battled Surf and
He said the "AR Twork"?
I'ma take that but just advance a little bit
Like if I use this AR, Twork
I'd paint Michael and ya
(Michelangelo) lil' bitch
You need to relax a little bit
I don't play with knives nigga, we had guns
I literally seen a nigga die for his respect
And he ain't have none fuck
Nigga, the streets cold (Oh my god)
Nigga, the streets cold
Nigga, the streets cold fuck a jacket
Fuck a jacket you need a burner
I tried school, it didn't work out
My first degree was murder
You ain't never heard of (Every fuckin' bar)
You never heard a word of respect
You only gon' get a shell from me
The only reason I won't kill you 'cause
I don't feel like spending bail money
Nigga, fuck yo' life
My pockets the only issue here
Sometimes it's better not to kill a nigga
Just to watch him live in fear get a
Why don't y'all get a load of this nigga here
With the man bun and the bitch nigga beard
This nigga weird
The shit you gon' say in the battle
If you say it outside'll have
You layin' in the streets
Plus the shit not even hot
The shit you say gon' be really weak
They only react to it

'cause they cannot believe
I'ma let you say the shit to me
Nigga, ask around you seen how I did Lux
What you thought, nigga?
Gang bangin' is how I was taught, nigga
As long as the cops lookin' for me I
Pray I'll forever be a lost nigga boss nigga
Boss nigga smack, I charged y'all like
10K for three minutes
I don't even know how long I been rappin'
I'ma just call you a bitch 'til we finished
Nigga, you'se a bitch you'se a bitch
Nigga, you'se a bitch nigga, you'se a bitch
Your girlfriend
Your girlfriend fucked battle rappers and
She lied about it you'se a bitch
That nigga Ryda told you he fucked your
Bitch then you cried about it
Nigga, you'se a bitch
You play Call of Duty but you
Ain't never been in them wars
Nigga, you'se a bitch
You so embarrassed to have her
As your bitch you
Don't even bring her to events no more
Nigga, you'sea bitch and don't bring me none
Of these fuckin' kids, nigga!
This Crip and I'm walkin' off
I don't want to hear him rap
(You the GOAT, nigga) nigga nigga

Give it up for Geechi Gotti (SMACK)
Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
HOld it down mike P
Mike P, it's on you (Damn, Fight back)

(Hold it the fuck down) we ready or what?
(Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down)
(Let him rap)
Ayy (Let's go, Mike) This where the playin' field get leveled
And the bias-ness gets shut down
Unanimous, I'd prefer we'd of traded
Threes but it's up now
You ever west coast legend I've
Ever faced double dumbed down
Y'all 'bout to peep the difference
Y'all got Geechi winning? (Nigga, yeah)
How? When I'm only good for one round
We go tonight, I don't know your price
I just know you light
If you try to get close to winning
You better overwrite
I saw you ball at Midnight Madness
Gotti ain't known to fight
Of course he let the Hawk burst
He look awkward trying to throw a strike
I'm sending you

I'm sending you his soul tonight fo' tuckin'
Smoke somethin' don't move
They gon' scrape money up if Bay Lo'
(below) budget
I flew to LA for the kill, brought no luggage
Shot Geechi in his house, on the couch
I felt inclinedso fuck it expose something
Expose something
Like your flows they sound basic
You ain't built off your skill
The fans ya foundation
Ward smoked your boots, twice
That bro's no wild statement
That's just Earth, after Goku died
It goes without saying (Saiyan)
You a regular ass rapper but the
Whole community back you up
You average, bruh
And minus your Let's Talk Battle
Rap stats you suck
That 'real talk' title you claim cap as fuck
When they matched you up with
The king of 'real talk'
Calicoe packed you up and that's just fucked
So stunt on me, this cat ain't you
Smack, you know the draw I
Got in these Caffeine rooms
My fight with Sikh, more views
Than you and Eric, that be true
Starbucks logo, Geechi
I got my hands on Caffeine too i'm with
I'm with no chit-chat
I don't address a bitch like Fresh&Fit
I body punch him 'til the whole rib crack
The real Gotti
This guinea will knock your whole shit back
Give you an early Champion nomination
For the most impact i'm here to handle you
I'm here to handle you
If I had to pick a GOAT, bro, it can't be you
You are the king of debatables yet they
Act like you can't be bruised
Toy Story after toy story well, would he
(Woody) have popped off if you
Gave your man some truth?
I mean if they ain't push
You to infinity and beyond
That Buzz that you got wouldn't make
It out of Andy's room i go God-mode on him
Ain't no might leave earth
Every Mike P verse is a white T Surf
I'm the cheat code, heat go
(Y'all ain't reacting to nothing
Ain't reacting to a fuckin' thing
I got time since y'all ain't reacting)
I'm the cheat code
I'm the cheat code, heat go
If I see Champion in a Challenger
Shoot the window
Glass shatter on the outside like pre-rolls
Ladies and gentlemen, he's smoked two sh
Ladies and gentlemen, he's smoked
Two shots from a pair of these, you a parody
Talk about my woman

You ain't gon' embarrass me
I saw you create a name for DNA
Well try that scam with me
I'm self made, Geechi
You want to call me a "Gary"
Call me a "Gary V"
Problems then I'll pull up on pronto
Plain black T with the buff from Johnny Bravo
Nine go, iron tucked for war
I'll shoot 'til the tiles move
Then fire through the door like Encanto
I'm a wild bro and you dead and shit
Shots low 'til the leg get hit
I'll have you upside down on the
Metal like white-boy kegs get hit
I'll feed your bitch to my pit
If she don't plead for her life she dead
That's it i tell her "get naked"
"If you don't want to become
One of my dog treats, beg and strip"
(That was hard, That was fire)
What he gon' do?
What he gon' do? Jack shit with
This rap shit Geechi food
All these battlers do is kiss your ass
It's live we've been groomed to ignore
Half the time Geechi ass
That's why this scene is doomed
I mean when I was on the Volumes they
Had my name in graffiti on the wall
And now I can't even read the room
This day to day
Give Bae the blade but it ain't a game
Ock, I still pull something and spin off
Any day with Bae, stop
And I ain't Caffeine 'cause they afraid
Watch go over the time, bitch
I will stop your round with
A Flavor Flav clock! So let's wrap this up
You can't touch my substance or punching
But here's some substance
The fact you won the belt fuckin' disgusting
You took like five clear Ls
That shit to me is insane
But, you the most overrated battler in
The history of the game
Fuckin' time, man fuck out of here