URLtv, Geechi Gotti, Tay Roc - Tay Roc vs. Geechi Gotti lyrics

When you say that slogan in
The beginnin' of ya round
I be lookin' around like,  "Who's a bitch?"
You out here sellin' bundles of weave to get
Money you gotta use a bitch
Nigga you'se a bitch!
I'm not a big fan of Uber, what I use'll lift
(Lyft) shotgun, size of a vacuum
This shit a Hoover Crip
Ruthless shit, when I handle the strap
He'll need a lift (Lyft) , to the hospital
They don't have the ambulance on the app
Automatic, I beat him wit' the handle of that
Then take the Uzi to the Apple Store
I damaged the MAC if I swing and miss
And you connect? I got hammers for that
I'll wild out over that counter like
"Where ya manager at?"
I was the man in the trap, I hand him a pack
And if he fuck it up
Chop off his hand and hand him it back


I got the drop on you
I think Smack tryin' to call the cops on you
Cuz, it's like he chase you wit' drugs
He plant Roc (k) on you
You was 'pose to battle O-Red
Now look what he got for you
That shit that coke and baking soda
Make when the pot boils
Silencer on the Glock for you shots for you
Pap pap pap, sound like a pan full of hot oil
When I lock on you, pop on you
Then he fall, Jakkboy Maine
I lower the stock on you
Roc loyal to URL, but this make a cat wonder
If they tryin' to sacrifice
The god Last Supper since Summer Madness 3
I been on it every past summer
So y'all can't label me under Gotti
I ain't Blac Youngsta
Ya bitch witchu? Tell her "dip"
If ya ass love her
The thing pop, slingshot, Roc
(k) pull and the strap flung her
Grip of the strap rubber
Push her back frontward
Like when Bernie was Dollar
Bill in Player's Club
Brrrrt, the MAC (Mack) stutter
I'm a chrome, nickel plated gat tucker
If I gotta bring out this silver
I'm tryin' to extract color
Aye, you ever seen a house
Blow up and cats suffer?
My white boy make bombs, he be carryin' clay
(Curry and Klay) Splash Brothers
Aye look, my Blood patna, love choppers
Bang! A slug rock ya
Nitty run up? Push Rum to the side
I want Vodka i already took on Rum at will
(wheel) like a drunk driver
Now I gotta hit Every Fucking Bar club hopper
Mad goons- tHAT'S LIGHT!
Mad goons, surround the stall in the bathroom
Kick in the door, give him gunshots
Stab wounds
The ambulance won't get you there that soon
Whoever they gotta haul
(hall) , pass permission to exit a classroom
If it's war, kick ya door
F you up Fendi store you hit the floor
When you see D's on me Christian Dior
Revolver, wooden handle
He ain't seen this type of shit before
I don't know if it's made out of oak
Pine or sycamore
All I know is when I lift the 4
Pistol whip the boul
Docs gonna be questionin'
"What you got all them splinters for?"
Knife wound, leave a liver tore, a nigga sore
Paralyzed, not feelin' hisself insecure
Give him more? (yeah)
I'm the type to run up on niggas whores
Sweep her, let the mop ring out
I did the chores
Broncos, 44, that shit can flip a horse
I'll let you hear it from the horse's mouth
This the source i ain't wanna do this
Cause, I fuck wit' the Crip of course
I'll mourn over you
But that Rex nigga won't get remorse
My whole hood reckless
There ain't a nigga in the
World that would check us
Three round burst, brrrrrt
Shit soundin' like woodpeckers
Good news is, only thing they could tell us
Is that nigga reppin' Mafia
He ain't lookin' to good fellas (Goodfellas)
Light bars gang shit

We got Geechi Gotti versusnigga why the
Fuck you ain't help Brizz?
Nah, nah, what happened to the uppercut?
Another cut, lookin' like the seatbelt stuck
Nigga you was too scared to even knuckle up
You won't scrap witcha team? Do me a favor
Stop screamin' out "Gang shit" when you
Don't know what that really mean
Nigga gang shit, robberies
Murders, shootouts, nigga all that
It ain't watchin' ya brothers fight
And you fall back when Brizz ran by
You was standin' right there my
Nigga we saw that
If that ain't sucka shit then
What do we call that? Nigga you'se a bitch!
Plain and simple I don't even know why these
Niggas still hangin' witchu
If you was from my gang
You woulda had a gang of issues
How the youngest nigga witchu the only
One there from the start?
See I know why they call you Chess (chest)
Cause you the only one wit' some heart
Look, the gun finna spark
Like "Bro what's crackin'?"
You really was standin' right there
While the homies scrappin'?
Then you got nerve to do interviews like
"Tay Roc fightin' Black Face how
Does that even sound?"
Bitch it sound like what
Was supposed to happen aye bro be cappin'
But, I really try wit' this nigga
No wonder them seatbelts didn't work
You don't ride witcha niggas
Cave Gang the perfect name
But switch it around it's much better
Cause we all seen the Gang Cave
When y'all was under pressure
Put him on the stretcher, pass the gang
Big chop, caught a T Top
It'll knock off half the stage
Speakin' of that, hold on
How the fuck did y'all fall anyway?
Goddamn that was sus'
It wasn't from a slam or a punch
Malcolm X ass niggas like
"We ain't land on Tay Roc
Tay Roc landed on us!"
Every! Fucking! Bar! Nigga
The cannon gon' buck
Fuck around and get lined up
You walk in the crib, ya whole family busy
They tied up
The 9 bust, or I can just hold the 38 steady
Roc get it first then it's Wave
Time like my lawyer ain't ready
Headshot, put his brains on his shirt
I'm sure it ain't spaghetti
Aye, hit him wit' the Dessi
Just tell me what you want Tay
Find out where ya mom stay, now
A West nigga fuckin' that bitch, i'm Delonte
Big meal, it's an entrée
Don't get me pissed off they call you Roc
(k) , cause without all that extra shit
You just soft
Oh we cookin' now, let me simmer it first
Close range, this finna hurt
Bullets goin' in and out quicker than Surf
Get him a hearse
When I fire that ratchet extendo
Clip longer than the line at Max's
Action, I'm in Philly wit' the goons
Don't get lined up yo Reed
Where the membership? Tell us
Where to sign up yo Roc
Is you a gangsta or a bitch?
Nigga make ya mind up time's up
Whatchu reachin' for? Niggas know I keep a 4
Pussy if we scrap, I don't fight I pull a
Baby out early it's premature
We keep the score
Headshot, knockin' all the blood
Out his noggin' doc tryin' to figure out how
He leakin' all this liquid, but Roc
(k) 's supposed to be solid
Let's have him a moment of silence
Cause when it's real- (Y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes) go 'head-
(Make them niggas believe them lies) time

He mention that New York shit like like
If he was me he would've
Been on that kinda time
Nigga if you was there
You would've been lookin' for the
Nearest tree to hide behind
Plus, I ain't get scratched or nothin'
Nigga touch me and I'm clappin' somethin'
If a nigga ever said I ran
(Iran) he meant Iraq or somethin' aye Smack
I ain't even get to take him
To back in the day yet
My loyalty was wit' URL before paycheck
I've been loved and hated
Loved again then right back to the hate yet
You've been loved your whole career
He ain't even deal wit' the hate yet
Bloggers, draggin' my name through the mud
Every day yet, I'm a great vet'
They want Roc
(k) to crumble but I ain't break yet
I had to take steps
The steps I took, he didn't take yet
I've been on the road my whole career
Not one battle in my state yet
You might be eatin', but you ain't ate yet
You were in these streets, you
Might be OG Crip
But here you ain't reach my rank yet
I can't be replaced yet
They ain't ready to let a
Nigga that battled for
King Of The Dot be the URL face yet
I'ma call you "Got'" short for Gotti
That shit I gotta flip smack, he in trouble
You just put Got' in a lotta shit
Piss me off
Tape duct handle on the Kalshnikov
Shots pop, I got Got', somebody ripped me off
I feel like Debo when I got this 40 on me
I walk up like, "Whatchu Got' on my 40 homie?
Baptize him, leave him and the water holy
Then I point this nickel at
His 4th Quarter homie
Spark the heater, this shit a parkin' meter
It's for Quarter's only
Niggas lied if they told you it can't happen
I'll pull and you'll buckle from my waist
Pants saggin'
Sawed off on deck, sand blastin'
Shit'll hit ya team whip and
Flip the whole bandwagon aye I'm the type
To kick in his door for a large stash
Everybody that got a room get a box Comcast
Box cutter, to his neck like dog tags
Cut his throat, I do his audio foul
(file) that's a podcast
If his man run up all fast wit' his fraud ass
Bang! His body drop on his
Body that's a frog splash shit hit the whip
I'm sendin' shots to ya car glass
I air a round, pop out in his face car crash
I'm the best man, ya grave is what Tay digs
(Diggs)
Tell Bae Loc that my shooter gon' spray his
Then toss Bae Loc right off a Bay Bridge
Robin Harrison, don't just shoot Bae
Bae kids (Bébé's Kids)
If I ain't have it to cop my own chain
I would take his do Geechi how he do bitches
Bundles and spray wigs
Or I could do it just like
God when he made kids before he get Eve
(n) I just go at him (Adam) and take ribs
I'm at where he stay, Purge mask and a K
Life is a bitch, then like an assist
He'll pass it away
I bought a pistol out the gun
Store that they had on display
Clumsy waitress
Tripped then Coffee splash on a tray (tre)
You not a demon tie you up
Pistol whip 'til his head is bleedin'
Like, give me a better reason
Niggas ain't never leavin'
I hit you and that chocolate bitch
When the TEC is squeezin'
Sit down Gotti wit' Coffee
Mafia breakfast meetin'
I'd rather handle shit wit'
Violence instead of speakin'
Like if niggas don't want beef
Then you should confess you're vegan
I have niggas givin' Gotti
CPR the rest the evenin'
Pump on his chest then airin'
(air in) his mouth, I'm checkin' breathin'
I hope you got paid good
Instead of Red you got Roc instead
Don't spend it
That funeral gonna cost a lot of bread
100 rounds
I'm tryin' to leave Geechi Gotti dead
Shots racin' by him like "The
Last ones a rotten egg!"
SMACK! I don't see hot Got'
Got in front of me
You made me a gunner and you
Ain't GOT another one of me
Fuck a scheme, angle, punch
It's 'bout a gun to me a gun
(Is the only thing that get
The job done for me) light bars nigga

Someone passes out in the crowd
Aye there's a lot gangstas in the
Buildin' man I feel at home
I'ma knock this nigga out so the person
That passed out don't feel alone
Let me tell y'all the story
Though, real shit, real shit, real shit
Aye look I'm at the hotel
I'm seein' my nigga go outside and
He was finna hit a bogie i said, "Aight
Salute to the dude salute to the boy homie"
Then I seen my nigga Surf runnin' like
"Aye Roc! Hold the do' for me"
Aye, how is he older than cuz
But, you be callin' him big homie
Man that shit gotta stop
Let me guess, you was only standin' by that
Do' cause Surf put you on Neighborhood
Watch get the Glock, spin his top
Code word "Rookie versus Vets"
(What's that mean?) i'm givin' shots
Listen aye, Calicoe voice
"Am I wrong if I watch the
Homie get his ass beat?" hell yeah
Brizz got socked shit turned
Into a track meet
Had me askin' questions like
"Is we gangstas or is we athletes?"
I pack heat they say "Roc rap better
Plus his cadence better"
Get smacked wit' the chopper
Let's see K diss (cadence) better
I'm wit' whatever while you was out here
Breakin' bottles tryin'
To make a knife out 'em
I'm close range on top of the op'
Tryin' to take a life out him
What's ya problem?
I'll tie you up in front ya bitch
I'll roll up on you in front
Ya bitch and tell her, "yeah
This nigga not a gangsta he just act good"
And seein' her nigga smoke, gon' switch her
(Swisher) mind then maybe a shot
In her back would (Backwood)
Aye, I'm from a bad hood
He ain't seen the shit we done seen
Shoot 'til it empty, then give
Him some extra clips, them deleted scenes
Keep it clean? This nigga pussy
I can smell Roc close range
Face shot, nigga dropped from the bullet
The definition of shell shocked
You frail Roc, yeah
This nigga ain't did the shit we done did
Headshots, split his wig just to survive
Doctors gotta have Faith in
You like Biggie kids i really live
Yeah Every fucking bar
I really life, the savage life
So how you ridin'? I really punish shit
Headshot ya wifey, put her
Brains on the curb
Make her yo' gutter bitch
You had the nerve to grab another nigga
Chain like "What the fuck is this?"
You tough as shit
When ya shit lookin' like stainless steel
I'll shove that shit down ya throat
You gon' have to throw up Cave Gang for real
I'll bang the steel
Headshot, it ain't a graze
And every bullet went through the shit
Just like a phase
I left his brains on his bitch arms
She was surprised and shocked
When I left Roc
(k) on her hands like we tied the knot
Nigga I'm from the block, but
He the face of URL, so for sho' he poppin'
After this, you gon' be the face on the
T-shirts all ya homies rockin'
Bro what's poppin'?
It's consequences when you
Beefin' wit' Gotti, for instance
How fast Roc can go from bein'
The face to bein' a body
Nigga this shit a homi
We family, so I ain't even wanna do that shit
Close range, gun on Burke
They like, "What happened to Bucs (bucks)?"
"Man I blew that shit"
I showed Chess how to shapeshift
Told Surf 'bout the wavelength they said
Am I gonna give Roc the
Nickel or the quarter?
Whatever makes sense (cents)
Aye bitch, this shit trash
Stop gassin' stupid
Thought about slappin' Jaz he
Kept reactin' to it
This me every day, this ain't no façade
But a Roc
(k) on his back this a stone massage
Every Bar pistol whip, how the Glock is
Drawn, nah fuck that, 38 revolver
Roc (k) get the spin off: Hobbs & Shaw
You thought that shit gangsta to
Always scream and not swing?
Man that shit is wack yeah for real
Man that shit is wack
I don't know who told you that
All that almost fightin' shit, bro be wack
Cause if you really wanted to fight
Can't nobody hold you back so bro just rap
Stop tryin' to out G these dudes
Cause startin' shit, knowin' it's
Gon' get broke up, is considered a PC move
I don't believe these dude
Said don't touch him bitch be quiet
We seen Cal' pushin' Roc
(k) all over the stage like
He tryin' to get indicted
Nigga don't get me excited
I'll be happy to clap
For givin' birth to you
Ya mama and ya dad can get slapped
You can actually rap
You're just not established for real
Got a whole buncha gun bars just never
Had to blast 'em for real
Have you seen a nigga actually killed?
Have Death showed up to your door
Like you ask him to chill
Yo' ass gon' get killed if you
Don't stop wit' this tough act news flash
Battle rap events not the place
To be tough at
Y'all want us to believe these niggas? You
Think these fans really
Believe y'all gangsta? Hell nah
They know y'all doin' it
Cause everything's bein'
Monitored and recorded like a jail call
I'm tryin' to tell y'all
When it's real, these niggas can tell
You can see it in they eyes
Go 'head, third round
Try to make niggas believe them lies
Nigga time

You told Ave, "I pop so many niggas
That's how I know my pull
Out game weak as fuck" that bar was hard
I can flip it cause he can't eff wit' me
I come to his crib wit' the TEC wit' me
Runnin' in that bitch
Won't leave no kid that's a vasectomy
Niggas think my hands don't work
Until these bitches fly
Boy, I will clock you back
And forth until you hypnotized
I'm uncivilized
Why you act like you gorilla size?
All it takes is the right
Click and you minimized
I'm energized, in disguise
All I can visualize is caps everywhere
Ya flag in the air you been penalized
I send them guys lookin' for Got'
You got identified
Once they beat you wit' a 4 Got'
(forgot) how you gon' memorize?
If his house got surveillance
We cut the cameras off
Hop out and in camouflage
Hit you wit' cannon balls
First kid I see, let the hammer off
He get the nose
(knows) if he been naughty or nice
I'm Santa Clause
Aye, fuck lettin' the can' blast ya
I let my hands grab ya, then my man stab ya
Wit' a slow poke, you should've ran faster
Deep slice, give him three strikes Jam Master
He died in Philly
They found his body in Lancaster
Cuz, you shouldn't have brung Coffee witchu
Cause after this, I'm callin' her
I don't care if anybody in my squad hit her
I'm doggin' her, put the whole log in her
And it won't work unless look in the camera
And open her mouth Snapchat dog filter
Geechi like, "Why you talkin' 'bout Coffee?"
You mob wit' her
That's ya sis'? That's ya Crip?
You ball wit' her i'll let a palm hit her
Bang her in the mouth
Once Coffee mug crack and spill on
Geechi that stain ain't comin' out
Aye, if the clip hold a 100
I'ma bang a hundred out
Lifetime worth of toothpaste my
Aim ain't runnin' out
They say I couldn't kill him
When I watch niggas handle your type
So I had to go over them steps porch lights
On sight, soon as you see me in your sight
This new scope give me more sight
Damn near foresight
You get pistol whipped 'til you a sore sight
Doc ain't know his jaw was
Broke until they X rayed (X rated) porn site
I wouldn't doubt it
Me in all black, nothin' good about it
Creep up quiet
Suppressor is good for silence
Two hands hold the hammer
One hand couldn't balance
I'm tryin' to put everybody on it
I'm so Brooklyn Challenge
They should've told you to avoid that nigga
I'm 'bout to put Got' in a box
Who wanna join that nigga?
I aim this joint at niggas
And I named this chop' after Tekashi
It sit on the stand and point at niggas
Random! Aye Cassidy!
Aye Cass', you a nigga I ain't call out yet
Just know if Ars' don't kill you
Then the god got next
Y'all tell Cass' to chill
'fore I launch objects
And I doubt Cass' will heal
(Castle Hill) he ain't from
Them Bronx projects

Crowd starts booing Tay Roc this goes on
For four minutes gotta be the longest
Back and forth between a battler and
The crowd in battle rap history
Aye i respect it nah, nah, nah
Nah i love it i love it i love
It i love it i forgot where I
Was for a second it's Philly i forgot
You think I give a fuck? Like
I care if y'all mad i'ma
Wait 'til y'all shut up
You think I give a fuck if y'all mad?
Fuck that nigga like I give a fuck suck my
Dick I don't give a fuck aye, aye
Gang shit we got 'em mad dawg!

Yo hold it down let him rap let him
Rap hold it down hold on let's go
Hold it down hold it down let's get it
Pick it back up let's get it
Y'all shut up! Shut up! Shut the fuck up
Hold it down hold it down let's get it
Pick it back up let's get it
Y'all tell Cass' to chill-
Crowd starts to boo Tay Roc again
We got all night! We got all night! We got
All- I'ma keep sayin' it y'all tell Cass'
To chill we got all night baby yes yes!
Y'all makin' me look like God right now
I love it i love y'all
Philly y'all know I love
Y'all y'all know I do god of this shit

Yo let's get it hold it down! Hold
It down! Hold it down let's
Get it hold it down hold it
Down roc? Let's get it

I am i am i am can y'all
Shut up so I can say it?
I can't yell over y'all y'all niggas
Gon' give me a heart attack
Aye, y'all tell Cass' to chill-
Crowd starts booing AGAIN
I don't give a fuck! Both y'all niggas
I don't give a fuck gang shit!
Yo let him rap let him rap let him rap
Hold it down hold it down hold it down
Fuck that fuck them niggas
Alright look look, look, look
Hold it down hold it down let's get it hold
It down hold it down hold it down
Y'all tell cass' to chill
'fore this launch objects
And I doubt Cass'll heal
(Castle Hill) he ain't from
The Bronx projects that's fire!
Philly crowd continues to boo it

Tay Roc still going at it with the crowd
That's fire! That's fuckin' fire cuz
I'm not even talkin' to
Geechi i'm talkin' to Cass'
Fuck y'all niggas Aye, I don't give a
Fuck my Twitter gon' tell me it's
Hot gang shit aye alright
Look, look, y'all already hear what
I said peep peep alright
Alright alright I get it
Hold it down let's get it let
Him rap let's get it i got booed for a
Difficulty technical aye aight
Look niggas be tryin' to rap back
They set me up and shit aye
Yo SHUT THE FUCK UP please, yo! Ayo

This inf' beam, is one of a kind
Just for you, I copped the inf' beam
That's the hardest color to find
This Nutty Blocc Crip ain't no cousin of mine
Rest in Peace Tech (TEC) bAOW
Cause now I gotta wipe Nut' off a 9
Niggas makin' threats sayin' I'ma get
Stuck for my shine
Lord knows I'ma blow up over
Anybody touchin' what's mine
Like you violate and I'ma take a burner
Let a trigger spark and
I ain't gettin' caught
I put Got' away wit' murder
Nigga you gonna beat me? Still niggas lyin'
Tell him like I told the others
I don't feel niggas rhymes
Who we foolin' wit' them
Steel grippin' lines?
Tell 'em fuckin' wit' me
(He'll get smacked, we on real nigga time)

Catch him on his way back to the house
Drivin' real fast and let the heat spray
Just like this battle he gon' get
Killed in front of a Freeway nigga miss me
I'ma vet, I ain't no rook' in this shit
In and out of jail, been on
Lock Down so many times
I got pissed off Smack booked
Me for this shit this nigga goofy as shit
You know I'm spazzin'
Bustin' moves wit' the mask: it's
The Know That challenge
Bro no lackin', so I'm fo' sho' no lackin'
Man, I'm so afraid of karma
I could never trust
Man, I done been so close to
Death I could've set it up
Beretta tucked, wet him up
Shoot him again cause he ain't dead enough
He ain't lookin' alive
His nigga just prayin' that he ain't dead
His mama askin', "Is the baby gonna be okay?"
They ain't even talkin'
They just makin' a gang of
Facial expressions like Bankhead
Aye man, Gotti on every card
That's cause they gotta have him
These niggas know I relate to shooters
Like my mama had him
Fuck a battle, niggas know I'm 'bout mine
I done shot so many niggas, when I got shot
I said it was 'bout time
Aye, I lost one of my homies at 16
Two weeks later, my best friend
I couldn't cry
Went to school my teacher said where
I wanna be in 5 years? I said, "Bitch alive"
These niggas liars
In the hood I done put mo' souls
(soles) in the air then when
Them shoes on a wire
Aye, who you ever had to ride fo'?
Jump in the whip, really slide fo'?
Cops catch you wit' they shit
You can't snitch
So who you really willin' to
Do that time fo'? Huh?
Who you really had to dump it on?
How many nights you really had
To tuck the chrome?
Stop screamin' out "gang shit" if gang shit
Ain't what the fuck you on
I really been locked for the gang
Shot for the gang squabble up, busted lips
Took a bunch of knots for the gang
Roc, you are not from a gang
How can these niggas even
Listen when you rap? Where I'm from
You can't be twistin' ya fingers if you ain't
Never had to twist a nigga cap
And this is just some facts
You finna battle Rex next month
How do that even feel fine?
He tried to hit ya mans wit' a bottle
How can y'all still rhyme?
That's why they don't listen when you rap
And these nigga really feel mine
Cause he'd rather rap with his enemies
Nigga I had to kill mine
Smack, aye we on real time?
The smell of death would
Prolly make him vomit in a casket
Ya fam' don't wanna look at
You like YouTube comments
Nigga we too violent
Yeah, Glock 'til he still
Make Tay a tombstone now he can be on Roc
(k) for real
Cause when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes
Round 3, hope y'all ain't believe them lies
Nigga time