[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
We got Geechi Gotti versus...
150K wit' my brother! N***a, we on!
50-50? Bitch, get alone (a loan)
The only thing I'm splittin' is a n***a dome!
N***a, the blade chrome
Get your weight up
Buck-fifty to the Quarter: now that's a pay cut
Aye, cuh, we both Crips, I'm just a bigger Crip
Put you in a box and send you off: I'll get a member shipped (membership)
N***a, this what you signed up fo'!?
Make your mind up, bro
I'm a shooter, Nitty - you and I know that
When you was workin' at Wal-Mart, gettin' asked "What's the price on that?"
I was standin' over bodies watchin' the eyes roll back (Rollback)
N***a, you my guy, no cap
You cold wit' punches
But besides that, you really ain't on nothin'
I mеan, it's a few dope lines, but it still ain't no substancе
It's punch after punch
Real n***as don't feel that
All it take is a angle about how all you do is punch, and that'll kill that
Real rap, we go through shootouts every day in Compton
.223s, tre-5-7...n***a, you better weigh your options
N***a, aye, what's POPPIN'!?
You got me tight, and (Titan)...I ain't feelin' this shit
Call my Nina "Steve McNair" 'cause you finna get killed by this bitch!
N***a, this steel'll knock off ya lady roof
You ain't gotta believe me, Rum: the .80 proof
Aye, I ain't here to play wit' dude
The moment they booked this battle, I had visions of seein' you strangled
Pistol-whipped 'til you bloodied and mangled
.5 to the back of ya head: I'll DW Flame you!
That's on the gang, fool!
I ain't nothin' like them other n***as! That's somethin' you should know
So come down wit' somethin' vs. me? They gon' have to come up with money for yo' funeral
The tool'll blow, chain-smokin
You brain-dead, Nitty ain't function all year: blame COVID
Aye, homie, we was just sippin' Dom today
Matter fact, I bought the last bottle
Cuz, you owe me one
If not, I'mma load the gun, and it won't be fun
This shit sound backwards, how fast we went from drinkin' buds to me smokin' Rum!
Is you off-
Every Fuckin' Bar!

[Rum Nitty]
That's crazy

[Geechi Gotti]
Is you off dope or dumb?
Win this money if you want to, n***a
That's gon' get you real hurt
You see all my partnas in the building ready for that drill work
You ain't gon' make it out this bitch alive like a stillbirth!
Sound suppressor on the strap when I blast heat
The silencer protocol - just ask P
N***a, last week, I introduced these n***as to Stephen A. Crip
That's just the perks that a star get you
You ain't gettin' past me for this 100K
Meaning you ain't gon' be able to Skip Bay 'less (Bayless) you got somethin' Sharp(e) wit' you
N***a, the AR hit you
N***as be like, "Aw, man. I don't wanna be yo' homie, Gotti. All yo' friends dead or in jail."
That's how all these nerds sound
I don't give a fuck if we homies
The chopper leave you turned down
Nitty, I'll kill you, then rap about you in my third round!
You heard, clown!?
You get tied up for ransom, we on a mission
N***a, you goin' missin'!
Is it a kidnappin' or is we smugglin' Rum like the Prohibition!?
Yo, Jerry! Whose side is you on, n***a!?
Let me know - my hand on the trigger
R.I.P. Trayvon
I know you didn't come here to die wit' this Arizona n***a!
You a goner, n***a!
Rap
Let's go
[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Alright...
This exactly where I get to trippin'
TEC is wit' me
Or I load the Drac' (Drake) wit' a extra drum...and it got a extra 50
My n***a...
I was just at the crib the other day wit' my lil' bitch laid up, chillin'
Told her I had to battle the homie from Cali
She said, "Ooh, Bay be spittin'. You can't be slippin'."
Ice Cube voice - "It's ironic...I had the brew, she had the chro-"
The Suns beat the Lakers, n***a!
My n***a!
You let O-Red call you a sea creature!?
You ain't break his whole face?
I get it, you a rapper now
You ain't tryna resort back into the old ways
But my n***a, he disrespected the C's and (season) called you a...
You shoula turned into the Old Bay!
You were s'posed to hook a clown! Put him down!
What, you was worried about how much that n***a weighed (Wade), son?
You changed...the Nut's (nuts) a pussy now!
But you turned up on Snake Eyez though
You truly frontin'
'Cause you hand-picked and chose who to beef wit' like you from the Woo or somethin'
But we teammates - yeah, that's my n***a
I'm Payton, he be Kemp-in'
MJ, and he be Pippen
Tom Brady, Aaron Hernandez: you playin' wit' a killer!
I'll lift the piece! Lemon squeeze!
You can try that hidin' shit wit' me...
Until a bullet races by his (racist bias) Black ass
You gon' need a bigger tree (bigotry)!
My n***a, please!
You already heard it!?
Well, I could say A Thousand Words about you almost dyin' - 'cause of a tree - like Eddie Murphy!
I'll let it burn you
Let it sink in...

I'll let it burn you
I'mma fuck you up!
You wanna split the who? Do what wit' what?
Mortal Kombat: you'll see me duck first before I give up a cut (uppercut)!
I'mma FUCK YOU UP!
The Glock came wit' a ladder
I don't care who around, I be done shot you on the camera
If we do split it...I'm just gon' rob you for it after
You better give me everything I need or Bay could (Anita Baker) get caught up in the Rapture!
Clap him! Demoralizin'!
The boy get bodied!
I done had rematch, after rematch, after rematch
So you know this is 'bout a war then, Gotti (Ward & Gatti)!
Horrifying!
Lift a chrome .9
Explodin' mercury tips
The rounds that I left off erupt (OfferUp)
You gotta buy these bitches online
Don't try! You gon' make me lose it
Fo'-fo', I'll let off a old Colt (coat) like paint remover
Or I can just pay a shooter
And if I can't put them sharks of Bay, then (Bathing) Apes'll do it
Make me prove it
Home invasion, the .8'll cook, family
If he survive this headshot, I hope he don't remember a thing...in case he (Casey) looked at me!
I'll clap you!
You can't keep it real yourself
N***a, suicide...(I'll do the job, KILL YOURSELF!)

[Round 2: Geechi Gotti]
N***a, I'M the reason you even able to live this life!
Befo' we cliqued up, you was battlin' for crumbs
I helped you get yo' business right
Like, "Nah, Nitty. We ain't signin' that."
You one of the biggest battle rappers in the world
You better take them other checks on them other leagues to remind him that
Yeah
You already had classics wit' Iron, Ave, and Surf
But you still wasn't gettin' that dime from SMACK
I mean, you wasn't rappin' for free, but you wasn't gettin' these kinda racks
N***a, these all kind of facts
You was gettin' light change
That's why at that time, you wore fake J's on the main stage
'Cause back then, real ones was outta yo' price range!
When I came around, n***a, that's when yo' life changed
I told you, "Listen, you better know your worth.
It don't matter if they offer it.
You ain't gotta roll wit' that crap: this ain't a dice game."
N***a, you type lame!
From my clothing to my own show
It's a different level that I'm on, bro
N***a. that's the difference
You not a boss, you a worker
Listen, I don't give a fuck if you the best puncher in the world
That ain't somethin' I wanna hear
N***a, yo' jobs at Wal-Mart made that very fuckin' clear!
Like how the FUCK could he not be the best puncher in the world!?
N***a was punchin' the clock his whole career!
Yeah, n***a
You told y-
You need to keep it real yourself
Remember you told your boss, "I'm finna battle Surf!"
Cuz didn't even offer no help
He said, "Bitch, I don't give a fuck. Go refill my shelfs."
At that moment, he had to push Tsu aside (suicide) and do the job
I know you wanted to KILL YO' SELF!

Fuckin' Bar!
What!?

This round I'm breakin' you down so you could build yo' self
I mean, you got punches, but to me, it's all hype, cuz
No clothing, no music - that's why you got a light buzz
Nitty, you only brung yo' self to the table like Fight Klub
N***a get knifed up or face-stabbin'
You got feminine ways and gay actions!
I'm confused
How you Insane, but I'm the one wit' the straight jacket (straitjacket)!?
Yeah, n***a!
I stay packin'
I'll show you what a gun do
Try to get away, but it's no escape (Xscape)
He like, "Who Could I Run To?"
N***a, fuck you!
I should clap you
Guaranteed you'll get a hollow-tip before you get a Hollow battle
Blam you!
N***a, the TEC grippin'
Gun to ya head like, "Say ya last words, bitch!"
This your death sentence!
Face shot!
Put a hole in his mouth big enough to see (C) in his face: I'm set-trippin'!
N***a, you gon' respect Crippin'!
The biggest star in battle rap is a Crip who straight valid
N***a, I Buck Heat, Thunder, and sell tix (Celtics): I'm Ray Allen!
Gang violence!? That's all it is in the hood!
I'mma find yo' bitch, then give her the wood
Me and the homies gon' flip, she gon' be gettin' it good
Recordin' the session, so you can see her facin' (face in) that train like The Little Engine That Could!
In Compton, I'm bigger than Suge!
I'll make this bitch shake!
Even if cuz didn't show up, you still was a (w)rap in front of this Drac' (Drake)!
The clip spray!
Why would you even wanna diss Bay!?
Knowin' to me, you just a home-cooked meal: bitch-made!
Lookin' at yo' chin, I wanna double-tap it like a bad bitch page
100 thou'? Wow
Damn! They finally gettin' Crips paid!
And when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in his eyes
Go 'head - see if you can make n***as believe them lies
N***a, time

Let's go

[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Aye, for the homie, I'll beat a n***a ass in here
Real talk - a mu'fucka can get clapped in here
'Cause you know I got yo' back fade, and that shit's clear
'Cause if it-
You got $100,000 in that bag right there!?
HUH!?
'Cause the fans thinkin' this ain't gon' get too violent
Think it's gon' be a buncha handshakes and n***as smilin'
BITCH, you lyin'!
The only thing "buddy-buddy" about this matchup...is friendly FIRE!
This n***a DYIN'!
I'mma drop a bitch
Shot his whip
All you hear is the glass break, soon as the Hollow hit
Bodied him!
Now it's one Nut on the Iron like Solomon!
Mr. BOSS MAN...
You couldn't keep together the squadron
You know how many times I had to stop Hustle from breakin' Coffee chin?
She wanted to split Brown to the white and pink like Neapolitan!
.9'll lift! I had to kill him
And I don't clap from distance
'Cause it makes it personal if I (Phi) step right up on Bay to (Beta) cap a (Kappa) n***a!
I'll actually peel him!
Don't play wit' no vet
They want me to try schemin' more, and have some angles on deck
Bitch, I do be schemin'!
And the best angles...is the ones that surveillance don't catch
On the SET!
The first round, I'mma BURN somethin'
The second round, you gon' LEARN from it
And you figure out just how great I am...by the third, cousin
I'll hurt someone! I ain't talkin'!
Bang on him!
The Glock raise
Let the steel rock Bay (steal Roc bae): take Caution!
Stay bombin'!
Beat you wit' the .9 and see it SPLAT!
The front shattered
This a Nut-cracker - you gon' wind up on your BACK!
FACTS!
I was gon' remix the Earvin Johnson bar and even keep the same style
And have 'em bringin' the first aids (AIDS) on a Compton n***a...but that's takin' the easy (Eazy) way out
Get laid down
Ruger blowin'! You should know it
It's enough in this bitch to lay one room flat...No Studio'N!
I'll shoot opponents!
Get dealt wit'!
Funeral expenses? Oh, your family gon' need some help wit'
Have 'em raisin' checks (Chex) for a Nut like trail mix!
Shell kick!
I came through FLOCKIN'!
My teammate get bodied!
I'll take this .4 and (foreign) whip you!
Just know I'm willing and able, Gotti (Bugatti)
If I don't pop him, he get sta-
N***a!
If I don't pop him, he get stabbed instantly
I take the blade, and carve a (Carver) Nut 300 ways
This is Black History!
Is you kiddin' me!?
After this battle, you gon' catch a hollow - chill
After this battle, you gon' catch a hollow
This is just like...Loso and Jerry Wess
'Cause my Day 1 gon' get aired tomorrow!
BITCH!
And you can't keep it real yourself
N***a, suicide or I'll do the job
You decide...

[Round 3: Geechi Gotti]
I told cuz if he win this money...I'm comin' right after yo' lady
So if she watchin' this right now, I guarantee you that his bitch rattled
The homies in whips right now, circlin' around bae (Bay) like you been doin' this battle
Yeah!
YOU let anybody join EFB!
I be like, "Nitty trippin'."
I be thinkin' n***as be ass
Next thing I know, Nitty wit' 'em
Cuh be like, "Aye, a n***a just in my DMs said he wanna be squad!"
I be like, "Hol' up! I don't know bruh! Don't be droppin' no locations."
It amazes me a n***a don't even gotta (w)rap and you be like, "Roll up."
In the county, you woulda got rolled up, for bein' a jake cat
N***a, you let anybody join
All they gotta do is smoke wit' you!
I'm not here to laugh, I ain't here to joke wit' you
I'm here to Loc wit' you
And have a conversation 'bout yo' issues
'Cause n***a, you put a n***a named Prolific Rico on the squad
And that's a known fact
Cuh was cool, but when I found out he was dissin' a dead legend, you know I don't condone that
So you gon' get a DP-
Yeah, n***a, you gon' get a DP

[Rum Nitty]
He gon' get a DP

[Geechi Gotti]
After this, me and you gon' scrap
This tournament ain't taught you nothin'?
N***a, I'm serious
You finna get drug 'cause you responsible for the way RICO ACT!
N***a, think on that next time you wanna put a n***a on the crew and shit
Matter fact, the mo' I think about it...n***a, YOU'SE A BITCH!
Because I told you to fuck cuz up or kick cuz out the moment I found out about the disrespectful shit that he said 'bout Nip'
To this moment, you ain't did neither
You think i be playin' and shit!?
My n***a, all you got is your word
In this world, as a man, that's it
So what the FUCK good is it havin' a pen if you ain't the man you script (manuscript)!?
N***A!
You BEEN fake!
How do y'all listen to Nit' and he lyin' (Nittany Lion) wit' everything his Pen(n) State!?
I BEEN great!
Y'all just now noticed the greatness
Scary n***as couldn't do a sentence, so he wrote him a statement
Yeah! Yeah!
The chrome be stainless
Have him runnin' like a jackrabbit
Split his head to the white meat
All I needed was Bobby Brown
They lookin' like, "What that mean?"
Just gimme a crack at it (addict)!
I pack ratchets!
You woulda thought I woulda stopped after the last was murdered
But my ass determined
I'm steady killin'
Keep addin' to the bodies like plastic surgeons!
N***a, pass the burner
You know how many night I done slept
Knowin' that if I get caught for these murders, the judge gon' give me a L and I'm stretched?
How quickly I'mma find out you literally get life after death?
N***a, that's on the set
I done been through all kinds of shit
I was shot, and I didn't even cry
But I was all kinds of pissed
N***a, I was losin' blood and couldn't shed a tear because...I'm a Crip!
N***a, yeah!
N***a phony!
Rappin' shit that he never will do
They didn't fuck wit' you 'til I came around
Meanin' they didn't respect yo' vision 'cause they know I see (C) better than you
N***a!
You got bars 'bout how you...how you trappin' and curb-sit
Nerd, quit!
You ain't in the trap, and that's damn facts
The most you did was sell a lil' eighth for a CashApp
I been in the damn trap! Hella pitchin'
We had black, white girl
Shit look like we was sellin' Viixen!
Chickens, and all the yams
Pounds, we gon' break 'em down
N***a, that's all I'm sayin'
And now they got Drake sponsorin' the trap?
Well, I guess these is Aubrey grams (Graham)
And when it's real, y'all can tell
Y'all can see it in they eyes
Go 'head, it's yo' turn - see if you can make 'em believe them lies
N***a, time

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Aye, aye
They say, "Yo' brother Geechi passed you!"
No cap, fool
But the only reason we came up wit' this squad shit, was to make sure our bags grew
I ain't gotta pocket-watch the homie - I never had to
I'm gettin' bigger cash too
We both leadin' on the app too
No hatin' or backstabbin' - that's true
We out here showin' these other n***as how a pack should actually move
But I still gotta clap you
You know how shit goin'
I brought a hearse, in fact
It's no turnin' back at this point
That night...you was lookin' scared than a bitch, boy
Big Loc? You was a hidden Crip, though (crypto), like Bitcoin
This shit lit for him!
I dump heat!
If you don't think I can hang with Bay, then (bathing) suit yourself
He ain't gon' make it out in one piece (one-piece)!
FUCK PEACE!
We can hit the backyard and then bang, cuz!
And then shape up
First you gotta show yo' heart...in a fade like Drake cut!
BANG WHAT!?
You ain't THAT brave!
I been trippin'
Ain't no bitch in him like the man-cave!
STRAP raised!
If you even get within arm's distances...I'mma leave you where you at, Bay
Get a cracked face
This mothafucka wildin'
Squeeze the Eagle
I'm only airin' Geechi (Geechee) people like Gullah Gullah Island
I up the iron!
Your face get took
Then it's yo' body who I'm DRAGGIN' (dragon), KILLER!
And y'all sayin' Bay a wolf (Beowulf)!?
Made you look!
I'll shoot you too
Plus I got a new clip that I wanna try out (tryout) like the Crucible
You will lose!
I'll send a female to rob n***as
That's how I did you
Get sock(ed) in the mouth and tied up
You ain't think we had a bond (bound), did you?
I'll kill you
I keep goin'
I don't got a limit
If they I'm holdin' my brother back...(*chk-chk*) 'cause I shot him in it!
...Kill yourself