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aye verb vs. geechi gotti - urltv lyrics

[round 1: aye verb]
top tier…versus god tier
see me and gotti sit on opposite sides
before the lil’ loc can evolve and sit wit’ us
first he gotta lose a couple notches of pride
cause when a god tier n*gga get in front of you and y’all lock wit’ them eyes
how y’all survive?
it’s first, k!ll them thoughts that you’re not gonna die
cause you will
i’m lion for lion with you chump
they say, “geechi gotti can punch. he nuts.”
so
just like nutso he gon’ die off the jump
e’rybody bleeds n*gga, i done lost a few times
blood ain’t comin’ out my mouth no mo’, like tekashi69
l.a. bars, i’ma talk to this n*gga, not try to
st. louis, that drive*by real when we ride through
you out yo’ league
either open eyes with a wide view or two vice grips
and i’ll stretch the i (eye) like “piru”
nightmares come when you n*ggas sleepin’
i left “vegan verb” at home, this beef man
f*ck that peace sh*t, its cinematics
if i gotta spit ‘matics the car creepin’
smokin’ anything that the k see (kc) then we chief*in’
that’s midwest sh*t
rah!
chest rip like ak*ma sh*t
i know you heard, but i seen it my n*gga, the rumor flipped
i’m a boss
b*tch i’m way too boomin’ to boom yo’ sh*t
buy my youngings fast food all month for they foolishness
rock, paper, scissors
see you scissors right now, but you legit
the better bet it’s
always on roc(k) like a puma fit
11 years, my peers ask me, “verb how you do that sh*t?’
get yo’ mind and body right, that turmeric tune yo’ sh*t
new n*ggas always think they can hang, how true is this?
y’all get the big head, i adjust the noose and loose the fit
like, “come here n*gga.”
you read (red) me wrong and i blew (blue) yo’ sh*t
you gotta nail a god to cross the lines and n*gga, i’m not yo’ crucifix
aye, i’m confused a bit how you start yo’ rounds like, “you’se a b*tch”
but you get flew out by dudes and sh*t
get a bag, go home and buy weave bundles
no, you’se a b*tch
ask my city, they say i’m the face, how that real sound
everything that i did you tryin’ to do now
it means nothin’
30 days to get ready? let’s get down
old n*ggas who used to k!ll ain’t worried about young n*ggas that k!ll now
the dope house, it was a full house
the sh*t was wicked
that’s why that white girl had to stay next door; that kimmy gibbler
ain’t worryin’ if crip be trippin’, i’m from it so miss me wit’ it
in any field i show signs of a slide, my pitch be different
wrap my arms around yo’ mama big sister
her frail body, and crush her
sorry, gotta go, tt, i just spelled “gotti”
heard yo’ patnas like to smoke that dip and they feel brolic
if they put that water in ’em, you gon’ pull a sh*ll out ’em
on god
most of you rappers just grow an image, i know your gimmick
is to try to turn o from menace to a token hero
see it’s no convincin’ cause you so focused on dope and k!llin’
i can’t see myself in these fake n*ggas through smoke and mirrors
be honest
vers’ me you can’t win because your mind clouded
open your omlette, and let go n*gga, ya thoughts in bondage
your rhymes is catered to convicts and crown vics, i’m beyond it
full speed ahead, straight forward tonight i’m giannis
i’m conscious, but not tonight n*gga i’m wit’ the nonsense
the locked hair, hombre blond twisted john wick
stl, we back (h)ours like y’all time switch
you the king? i had the heir to the throne like lebron b*tch
yo, round one, i’m on top of yo’ head let’s get to drillin’
round two: blade, i cross his scalp, lower his ceilin’
in round three, take the skin off his adam apple it’s so appealin’
then let the wind hit his skull
geechi gotti death ’bout to be bone chillin’
look how i talk to you n*ggas like grown children
[round 1: geechi gotti]
url gave me a home game!
i appreciate verb cause he popped out
to battle me in l.a.? that’s what most these scary n*ggas not ’bout
ain’t finna wrestle witchu in this ring though, you gettin knocked out
think chris, i been one (benoit) to catch a body in my house
the glocks out
i ain’t for play play
cuz get pistol whipped ’til ya skull open
go from pill to crack, it was gateway drug
n*gga you ain’t no thug
you be on some g*y sh*t
i remember nights i had the chopper givin’ facelifts
pull up, skkkkrt
hop out and let the k spit
arm pointin’ out the audi (adi), boom*in’ to make a statement
gang sh*t
they said bangin’ was fade, we will eventually get tired of poppin’ straps
’til i seen a n*gga get buried under the dirt
i told his mama, “i don’t think he can grow outta that.”
a lotta straps
i stay promotin’ the violence
i’ma shoot ’til ya fam’ in tears
that mean every man, child and woman is cryin’
amazin’ how somethin’ so loud can create a moment of silence
n*gga beam wit’ the red dot
shoot ’til ya chest pop
gang of guns soundin’ off my n*gga, the lead hot
got me feelin’ like a truck driver
cause the mac goin’ to (’til) the rest stop
get ya neck shot
bullet come out this f*g face
you gettin’ buried under them greens that ya ass ate
now ya really are what you eat verb, you plant based
you d*mn straight
most these battle n*ggas nerves get punched and kicked ’til ya face planted on the curb
stompin’ on verb
gave a whole new meanin’ to standin’ on my words
i remember, standin’ on the curb, seein’ n*ggas die at the start of summer
i shot n*ggas and been shot
i know karma well enough i could’ve borrowed from her
ya dawg’s a gunner, that’s why i ride strapped
cause i ain’t tryin’ to die or gettin’ k!lled, i’m hittin’ corners with the baby on my lap
my son think he drivin’ for real, n*gga i’m in the field
i was on some locin’ sh*t
i still remember the first time i had to hold the grip
shots was goin’ everywhere when i blowed the sh*t
homies was callin’ me “anwar”
it was plain to see i couldn’t control the b*tch
unloadin’ clips, you finna get k!lled
beggin’ for your life in front of this steel
he askin’ me not to, but i’m drop ’em anyway, n*gga hip hop is real
aye what’s the deal?
i got a gang of crips outside, you should be very scared
this g*ngb*ngin’ like teachin’ kids
aye, be (b) c’s everywhere
i couldn’t even imagine you in jail, i just can’t see it happen
you say you captain marketable, i know some n*ggas ready to mark out the captain
so what’s happenin’
i’m talkin’ locks in the socks, prolly open hand slap him
just sayin’, if i ever caught verb on a sentence, just know that it’s action
yeah n*gga the .4 will hit you
dome shot, exposin’ tissue
anybody showin’ concern for verb, i’m unloadin’ pistols
so if they yellin’, “aye hold on!” they just be goin’ witchu
cause when it’s real, y’all can tell
n*gga rap
[round 2: aye verb]

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