Geechi Gotti vs. Hollow Da Don lyrics

[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
We got Geechi Gotti…versus…
n*gga, you’se a b*tch!
And it’s a gang of examples to prove the fact
You got your ass whooped by a n*gga wit’ glasses
Math said you was in that ocean splishin’ and splashin’
Your ex-business partner said you got on the phone wit’ the cops when it was time to get wit’ that action
So I don’t wanna hear no gangsta sh*t out yo’ mouth
My n*gga, I’m warnin’ you
Or it’s gon’ be Hollow in the casket
That’s Da Don in the box: 1942
n*gga, I got a .40, too!
I’m in love wit’ guns
Plus I had my run wit’ drugs
I was shavin’ rocks before I even knew what it was
The big homies just told me if the dime was too fat, you supposed to sell it for a dub
Plus I was movin’ the bud to make my count higher
That mean I was good wit’ the Razor and Diesel like the Outsiders
When in doubt, fire
It ain’t no math with this
Go against me? Every n*gga in yo’ fraction hit
You know the Order of Operations!
When sh*t don’t add up, my last option is start subtractin’ sh*t!
This n*gga asked for this!
I was scary in my prime
Ask my old opps
Them my ex-‘ponents
They the reason why I’m still carryin’ the .9
Every f*ckin’ Bar, man

(*The audio on the Caffeine stream cuts out for 16 seconds*)

-I’ll let it spray, it’s not a Secret
I was a kid leavin’ older n*ggas stinkin’
n*gga, you tweekin’!
You tweekin’ if you think makin’ it outta this lifestyle not a blessin’
We ain't headed to the club. but you still gotta watch how you dressin'
And pourin' out liquor for the dead homies is considered bottle service in my section
n*gga!
Quit flexin'!
'Cause I don't give a f*ck if you got a lil' boy, lil' girl
Dawg-
Listen, I don't give a f*ck if you got a lil' boy, lil' girl
When that heat spray
I'll pop your son, daughter
b*tch, I'm D. Wade!
n*gga, you know how WE PLAY!?
This a body! All the fans gon' witness!
Knock you out, then stomp on that L.O.M. clothing
I stand on business!
b*tch!
You like to put yo' hands on b*tches!?
Wait, that's the other Don
I got somethin' big and black to go against these n*ggas
That's my uncle Thom' (Tom)
n*gga, f*ck is wrong?
You starin’ at the worst killa
Befo’ IG and Snapchat, I really used to murk n*ggas
They always looked different in that casket
I’m tryna tell y’all death was the first filter
This ain’t rehearsed, n*gga!
I remember shootin’ it like this, and be mad when I missed
Damn, I was p*ssed!
Then the OG told me it’s like “Rock, Paper, Scissors” when you squeezin’ that trigger
Hand over fist!
Every f*ckin’ Bar! Make him rap!

Man, you a b*tch!
Sometimes, that gun be so loud, everything starts movin’ slow
It feel like it don’t even make noise
Dawg, I got the clip wit’ the drum
That’s the magazine wit’ the tits like Playboy
Aye, listen
Listen, listen
Aye, listen
Aye, boy, I had that AK and I really was ten toes
To Heaven’s Gates I done sent souls
So many bodies on the chopper, it looked like the A-Team intro
n*gga, you don’t know what you in fo’
My profession is killin’
I used to listen to oldies like Marvin Gaye when I got prepped for a killin’
I remember I got shot, the bullet got stuck
They said I might be paralyzed
That was a hell of a feelin’
Went home, made my baby mama suck my di*k to see if it still work
Now that was “Sexual Healin’”
n*gga, you don’t live how I’m livin’!
If I spray, then shoot
Yo’ chances of survivin’ is zero (Z-Ro), cousin
My tre (Trae) Tha Truth!
Listen!
It’s no escape for you!
If you not there when I spin, I’mma be outside your crib
You still gon’ die in the Future when this Drac’ (Drake) hit you, ‘cause I’ll ‘Wait For U’
b*tch, there’s no escape for you!
Yeah! It’s no escape for you!
This n*gga hit my line when he was in L.A. like, “Gotti, I got some trouble. Could you bring me the steel?”
I’m like, “n*gga, just bring it back when you done wit’ the drill.”
Long story short, I never showed up
I was hopin’ bruh would get killed
DJ Envy wife: you shoulda known I wasn’t comin’ (c*mmin’) for real!
What the f*ck is the deal!?
I’ve been shot - you don’t wanna be that
I’ve seen death - you don’t wanna see that
My partner beat a murder, came home, got shot
That was my first time seein’ him fight for his life twice
It was a rematch
n*gga, we strapped!
Every f*ckin’ Bar, man!
Make him rap
Round 1, n*gga
Houston, what’s up, cuh?

[Round 1: Hollow Da Don]
Gotti…we in Texas
And I’m really wit’ them guys
You know-
(*Hollow takes off his sunglasses and passes them to NuNu*)
I need him to see it in my eyes
Enough of the stories
You ain’t live
Y’all call this art?
I feel like I’m watchin’ paint dry
I don’t believe this b*tch’ll pick up a stick in Shanghai
We know ya mayne died
Ya moms got cataracts, she can’t drive
And at age 9, he dropped out, he was yay-high
Is it a yay high?
I mean, you should be afraid!
This a freight ride!
What he gon’ get saved by? A bell?
When I rock everybody on Bay side?! (Bayside)
Like I said, you in Texas, n*gga
Down here, they’ll make Batman sit in jail
Lock up a churchgoer
They’ll deny a Christian bail (Bale)!
I seen a young’un turn cold-blooded
He got sick of cells (sickle cell)
Missed college, and when he got shanked, he ain’t get to yell (Yale)
I know dead n*ggas TOO, Geechi!
But this n*gga be exaggeratin’
We like, “What you tryin’ to prove?”
Smack like, “How many you got on the list?”
He like, “Oh, it’s just me…minus two
I got one n*gga that just died and I got another n*gga that plan on dyin’ soon”
I mean, Geechi, what you tryna prove?
I mean, against Lux, he was on some other sh*t
Some Christopher Columbus sh*t
Actin’ like he discovered sh*t
You been gettin’ Greedy, Gotti
Oh, we gon’ touch on it
But now it’s back on
We playin’ Looney Tunes, no Capcom
Steppin’ to clue
Pepe Le Pew: I’ll follow a cat home
We lit up Irving Plaza!
We made Troy pop like Taxstone!
You might be the face, but we the mothaf*ckin’ backbone!
He gon' rebuttal like Hollow
Have a real n*gga third like Verb
Crippin' hard like Surf then say sh*t like "it's different"
I mean...the nerve
My n*gga, we know you control them Caffeine rooms, but not today
Once again, this Texas, they don't give a f*ck about yo' block and gang
He say, "All they talk about is rims down here."
Yeah, that's because the chopper swang n*gga
Oh, I'm 'bout to rock like Bangz
I said you get boxed n*gga, damn yo' work space
Only thing left was 4-7-6-2, sound like his grandma birthday
Ooooh
I said, I'ma tell you what you need for me to survive
In order to beat me you gotta block
Cause you gon' need a soccer goalie from a line
You gon' need a 1 on 1 with Kobe and Lebron
You gon' need 40 Compton OGs and Monster Kody in his prime
You gotta make sure that his heart is pure
Expect Kendrick Lamar for sure
He's gon' have a punch sayin', I'm not a Top Dawg no more
And we'll applaud the bul, cause we like how he say the sh*t
But if my stock down and he should know I ain't the n*gga to be tradin' with
Anthony Davis; I ain't the n*gga to be playin' with
Or be on a first-name basis with a surgeon from 8:00 to 6:00
From 9:00 to 3:00 I'm makin' shifts, this culture changin'
Hold on, hold on
He gon' bring up my resume, right?
Let me break it down for the mon
So '12, it was Tsu and us, so I was suitin' up
'13? I was movin' up I didn't slack with what I do with Lux
'14? I had to get a button (Budden) up
'15? I had a Clip-on, this fit f*ckin' up ya Chucks
'16? I got Roc, I went and got another cut
Now I'm tailored, so how GG gon' make me buckle up?
I mean, I usually don't talk about what I got on
But if you is worried, LOMclothing.com, n*gga

[Round 2: Geechi Gotti]
Dawg, is you doin' dope or somethin'?
Lately you've been comin' around dressed like you smokin' somethin'
Used to be Mr. Loopy, now all of a sudden you broke and bummy
No frontin', it was a time in battle rap, L.O.M. was the best fashion
You actually laid the blueprint
So it's only right that the Crip try my hand at it
I'm talkin' clothin', podcast, weed, even got my way with the music
Whole culture rockin' No StudioN and I ain't gotta pay them to do it
I can't deny yo' influence
Cause there was a time when you had a commercial on every battle drop
I mean, n*ggas had big stages, we seen L.O.M. that's when yo' brand was hot
All of a sudden that just stopped
It was no elevation
15 years of sellin' the sh*t, you never had a storefront or a physical location
No hatin', I'm just sayin'
You are an example of what not to do in business
Cause all of them years doin' bad business is what got you losin' business
And as God is my witness, you choose the loot over yo' friends cause you thought you was the star
Got tired or ridin' with n*ggas who kept a roof over ya head and you ended up havin' to sleep in yo' car
n*gga that's karma
Cause all the n*ggas you started wit', I don't see you wit' none of them guys now
You chose the Money Over Loyalty and flipped ya whole company upside down
And look what I found
Another one of these vets with a coke habit
n*gga, you've been po' managed and so damaged, now you hurtin' everybody that's close to you
This time in yo' life should remind you of John John and that mirror moment too
Cause you need to be able to look at yo'self and see what you goin' through
I'm not jokin' fool
I really wanna know how much coke ya nose had
Cause lately it been seeming like you doin' so bad
You supposed to be goin' after the money, but you lookin' for ya next high
Boy you chasin' the wrong bag
And ya battles? You been losin' a lot lately
Disappointin' the fans, that somethin' you should be thinkin' 'bout
You used to be held in high regard, now you droppin' in them rankin' now
Seems like these days, the only thing Hollow about you is yo' bank account
n*gga you've been chasin' clout
Yo whole brand is built off Houston
n*gga, we've been watchin' you sip lean and talk slow, the sh*t is so depressin'
Lookin' at a New York n*gga, screamin, "L.O.M." with all this aggression
When "Loyalty Over Money" is a term that started in Texas
Dawg, quit the flexin'
You from Queens, Texas is not ya home
You a fake, a goofy, and a motherf*ckin' clone
That battle with Charlie Clips showed us
When it come to the money, you will do anything, even if we say it's wrong
Printin' up them "Sike I Lied" t-shirts
Just another example of how you take some other n*gga's sh*t and try to make it ya own
n*gga, how the f*ck did this n*gga even make it to N.O.M.E.?
I'm just sayin', "Loyalty Over Money" is a lifestyle
And when it come to that sh*t, you ain't livin' to the name of ya brand or ya clothin'
Cause every time it was a chance to choose loyalty over money, n*gga money was chosen
Today we exposin'
Cause you f*cked up ya bond with KG The Poet over a check
Lost all yo' respect, cause you did some hoe sh*t
Remember we was supposed to do that charity event "for free" for the kids?
Come to find out you was gettin' money on the side from URL and some mo' sh*t
Oh sh*t!
We couldn't have used that extra cash for that toy drive?
For them kids to get some mo' gifts?
But instead you wanna steal from them kids during Christmas, you a whole Grinch
n*gga you a whole b*tch
n*gga it was sirens, no lullaby's, my lifestyle manie
I'm talkin' 'bout, I've seen fiends sell they kids for a couple grams of crack
Gave a whole new meaning to "Rock-A-Bye Baby"
Now that was crazy
But I knew they wasn't that stupid
I said that sh*t last year in this same building versus Cal' and they ain't even react to it

Exactly...and they still really didn't really react to it that time either

But when it's real you can tell you can see it in they eyes cuz
Time

[Round 2: Hollow Da Don]
You can ask any n*gga in Texas that know me
They'll tell you, "Him a playa n*gga."
Yeah, he from the other side of the world, but him a lay a (Himalaya) n*gga."
You talk about coke?
Wasn't you robbin' a pharmacy?
Oh he the worst addict
Cause n*ggas that usually do that got a perc habit
n*gga talk to me
You out here breakin' into pharmacies
Gettin' all the lean....
And not callin' me, n*gga?
What's wrong witchu?
You knew I'd get that off
I done sold everything from peaches, footballs, anything but [?] fentanyl
The greens, the yellows, I literally done had Every f*ckin' Bar n*gga
Look, the truth is, I done shot at n*ggas, but I ain't never shot a n*gga
So I understand why you don't believe me when I say I'll a kill ya
But y'all allowed this bigotry
This n*gga up here dissin' me
With moves I helped popularize cause he don't know his history
n*gga we can bet whatever
I'm old school, you can bet ya leather
Or you can change ya mind and come on my side and we can bet together
Lettin' a new n*gga out cast (Outkast) me?
Never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, n*gga
I'm from the era era of DVDs
Watch what you say; CDC
He want a G; EST
They scream, "You got it!", you drop the money bag (Moneybagg) and I'll go see him G (CMG)
Wait, ain't he from the west?
Well let's get creative like Tyler with the cut
'Hit 'Em Up', now he gotta get his abs sewed (Ab-Soul)
They wasn't conVinced Staples was good enough
Boogie up, and come get me
This ain't the tournament and I ain't Rum Nitty
He like to split sh*t, I would've made you take the whole buck 50 n*gga
V-v-v-viral
Movie
You're a
Goofy
Hop out
Hooptie
Glock out
Shooting
Yeah, I'm manipulate
I got the arm out the window like I signal late
How many n*ggas skate?
Shiiiiit, I figured eight
You gotta show n*ggas
Once you bring it to them it's straight
Or they'll program you with lies like I jumped in a lake
Soft where (software)? I seen bullets go in her face (interface)
How this n*gga gon' take my spot?
I ain't even worried, y'all say so? Y'all think he's scary?
Vegan curry, this that fake GOAT
He said when he came in, it was a God-tier n*gga hurtin', couldn't make dough
That was me, crack CD, I played broke
Still Shine 'til the point The Professor had to make notes
Woman or man, my gun take both like Dej Loaf
Gauge smoke look like train smoke
I'll take loc and shoot his block at 6:00AM like, "Stay woke, n*gga."
Look, who is Gotti?
I wouldn't put tacky, but it's rude he got taken down by Guilianni
Who is Gotti?
Ummm, battle rap Illuminati
Who is Gotti?
A made-up character like Luca Brasi
If Gotti met Gotti he'd call him a "moolie" probably
Who is Gotti?
A n*gga who's been comin' unprepared, human body
Last round, they almost turned to R. Kelly artists and start booing (Boo &) Gotti
Who is Gotti?
A podcaster, and I wanted to support him podding
So I came to his show but it wasn't in Compton
It was in the back of a clothing store, a lil' closet
I mean, it's funny his sh*t called No StudioN...he ain't got no studio to film out of
I mean, then he tried to push his weed that he got from his supplier
He said, "This E.F.B.", I said, "I don't think that it's fire
You don't even smoke."
"No. But it's some good tree and I stand behind it."

And I'm way fresher than you by the way. These D&G if you ain't know. I'm way cleaner than you right now. Way cleaner than you right now

Shoutout to my n*gga though
I left his hand, I ain't copped from him
Shoutout to A. Ward, that white boy beat him twice, it felt like he was hoppin' him
I remember Geechi used to rap like this with no confidence
I was on the side watchin' him, like "'Keep Ya Head Up'", 2Pacing him
I mean, I was tryin' to help him get his commas up commonly
I know how to end a sentence, period
n*gga, you was slouching over ya words, I should charge you a posture fee (apostrophe)
Don't worry about the Don, don't worry what I got on
L.O.M. clothing.com

[Round 3: Geechi Gotti]
So y'all like the way this n*gga rap I think
So a n*gga need to be up here sayin' sh*t like this
"Yo Gotti I got a Heckler with the CMG cause I'm a cold killa
There's no way I can shine like this b*tch cause my glow realer (Gorilla)."
Yeah, exactly
"Oh let me give him more
How many of 'em to skate? I figure eight
But to make his leg lock, how many it'll take? I figure four."

Easy, stop actin' like that sh*t be hot man. For real. These n*ggas be doin' this old school weak ass rap. We talkin' real sh*t

If y'all wanna hear real n*gga sh*t, they gon' listen to me
If y'all wanna hear nerd then y'all gon' listen to this clown
n*ggas came here to see me bring that old Gotti and bring 'em back to them third rounds
Like you said, n*gga we was really movin' coke
I had upscale women, to street n*ggas, different clients
Moved so much white in my hood I gentrified it
n*ggas lyin' if they said they was gettin' it like us, it was much more
Remember it was fo' heads on the same rock; Mt. Rushmore
I believe in God, that's my religion, what's yours?
Cause in the trap, I seen fiends on they knees prayin' to drug lords
n*gga what's yo' addiction? Mines was weapons
I'm from Nutty Blocc but to the other side I'm a blessin'
My ops be broke and homeless, I be movin' they ass to Heaven
And it work out, cause when a couple of they patnas need to go they can use 'em as a reference
n*gga class in session
These n*ggas can rap, but it's not real, so I don't feel the sh*t
I really can't hear them clowns
Cops sirens and shots firin', I was tryin' to steer clear of them sounds
I hate that I really live what I rap, I be tryin' to live sh*t down
I don't glorify being shot
Do you know I actually had to feel them rounds so they can feel this round?
n*gga, f*ck all that old era sh*t n*gga, No StudioN
I was gettin' my haircut and the n*gga next to me got shot, the whole block was hot
I'm just sayin', before I ever heard of a SMACK DVD I witnessed a serious murder (Serius/Murda) in a barbershop
n*gga cut the sh*t
Do you know slappin' a light skinned n*gga in Houston been on my bucket list?
Every time I hear this n*gga rap I be f*ckin' p*ssed, it get me real tight
When they react to the sh*t you spit when I actually know you a b*tch in real life
Tell me what it feel like to go to sleep a clown and wake up a pus*y
I just left the grow house, tryin' to bake up some cookies
That was random, but bottom line he right
Just lettin' you know I actually got enough trees to hide behind
You must be out ya mind
f*ckin' coke head, with all that foul usin'
I done made n*ggas sh*t on they self from the sound of the gun, them was bowel (BAOW) movements
I'm who the crowd choosin', the fans favorite
The first mission, felt like meet and greets, all that hand shakin'
Ya man's basic, he don't got no struggle to rap 'bout
But imagine all the cribs we done trapped out
My lifestyle felt like I played for the Pistons the way I had it mapped out
The lil' homie said for a Grant he'll (Hill), have the spot boomin' for the fast count
I used to keep the money at my mama brother house
Yeah, my Uncle Jerry was the stack house (Stackhouse)
You don't know what that's 'bout
Before I had a beard to shave, I was shavin' dimes
Fiends comin' and goin', trap lookin' like a layup line
n*gga, did I waste my time?
Imagine a b*tch callin' me a deadbeat, when the whole block done watched me raise my .9
Where I'm from, if you are a shooter, you get more respect
Me and my n*ggas traumatized from all the bodies on the set
My patna talk about death so much he got morning (mourning) breath
Sometimes I be more than stressed, all the weight I been carryin'
Duckin' karma, that be all the time I be carryin'
Listen, I actually caught my op lackin' and wet his whip up
The irony, they had to do a car wash just to bury him
n*gga, these the type of raps that be scarin' him and that's facts
I deal with reality bars Smack, I don't get with these trash raps
Trust me, you got bars, but I done seen a gang of n*ggas die, you right, and that's why I don't do personals
Cause diggin' up dirt on n*ggas give me flashbacks
n*gga that's facts!
Cause when it's real, y'all can tell
(You can see it in they eyes!)
Yo' turn, see if you can make n*ggas believe them lies
n*gga time

[Round 3: Hollow Da Don]
How you the new face of ya class...and you 38 and a half?
You young, new, old n*ggas be makin' me mad
That's why I got a hatred for Ave
When I heard he was on a ventilator for COVID, I celebrated and danced
And I can't dance good as you can see
Battle rap live in me
I'm connected cause I can go over the bridge and see
You throw shots in the air and don't care about efficiency
Baiting every league, tryin' to fish and see
Let's keep it real (reel)
The reason the God Tier n*ggas don't respect the moves you do
Cause you go from headlining Summer Madness to entering The Crucible
You're on EVERY. f*ckING. CARD
I seen this n*gga at a house party, I said, "What's next, Madison Square?"
He said, "Nah. I'm battlin' here."
You're on EVERY. f*ckING. CARD
Look, he can't go home 'til he see where his spouse is
Look, I don't know if his house big, but lately he been Dior and Louis on the outfit
All them King Of The Dot battles and you still ain't put no Money Where Your Mouth Is
You're on EVERY. f*ckING. CARD
You've been gettin' Greedy Gotti
Oh, you thought that's somethin' we can't touch?
Doin' Air BNB parties and girls gettin' molested, oh that's somethin' you dare me to bring up?
Fans p*ssed, now you and R. Kelly gettin' 30'd the same month
You're on EVERY. f*ckING. CARD
But he don't care, as long as he got Rich Owens and a Mary
Man, how you rich owin' and you a married man?
Take them dumbass cornrows out ya head, you'se a family man
Pick up ya pants
Talk to ya son man to man
Real n*gga sh*t, remember that song you did when Nip' died?
Over a million views, big time
But since then no happy C Day shoutouts, no all money [?]
I did Total Slaughter, it ain't the first time I seen a n*gga get a million then slide
Sometimes, cultural appropriation come from your own races
That's why I thought I may Skip once I seen I was on Bay list (Bayless)
I had to, get rid of a (A.) Smith, bring in somethin' Sharp(e), at first take it
Reverse stations, how Bay sick, when he basic?
I mean, we know the same sh*t
That's why I'm up here, smokin' on the top tier like the [?]
We know about game six, and ain't nobody colder than me
Geechi, I was recently at an event, and I reacted to a line a n*gga stole from me
That's how many bars I got my n*gga
But when I get bored (board) I karate chop
Wait, get Gotti got, got Gotti molly whapped
With an old .40, private stock
Pistol whip him after I fire shots
Cause they said, "You gotta strike while the iron hot."
I said, "How this thug in the final spot?"
Gun'll pop 'til the rhymin' stop
He'll look at Beas' like "Geez. How much time he got?"
You gossip like fools
n*gga, I swear to God I'm the truth
You see Gotti, I'm sworn in
This really mafia rules
When you got the call from the boss
What was your thoughts when he sent Hollow to move?
If you Gotti, I'm Paul Castellano to you
You f*ckin' cross me
I held captive for him when they under bossed me
We all know Gotti
Big ass ego, got a love for Coffee
But he been actin' like a prick
But we both sworn in, take it in blood
He wasn't hidin' behind a tree, the boss told him to stay away from them drugs (Drugz)
I said, after that he gettin' hit from hit, he gotta get a fix
From Smack to GrindTime, that's why Gotti got The Don in front of him, to tell him he's not a wise buy
n*gga, you got your name Queens
I was raised in Queens
I done banged in Queens
From the slim to the fat Keds, I'll reign Supreme
Before I leave I gotta say, say it with ya chest n*gga
The sh*t you've been throwin' up's sloppy
We knowin' you c*cky, and you Mafia, but this ain't a show, when you gotta start Growin' Up Gotti?
Time