Geechi Gotti vs. Hollow Da Don

[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
We got Geechi Gotti…versus…
Nigga, you’se a bitch!
And it’s a gang of examples to prove the fact
You got your ass whooped by a nigga 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 shit out yo’ mouth
My nigga, I’m warnin’ you
Or it’s gon’ be Hollow in the casket
That’s Da Don in the box: 1942
Nigga, 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 nigga in yo’ fraction hit
You know the Order of Operations!
When shit don’t add up, my last option is start subtractin’ shit!
This nigga 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 Fuckin’ 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 niggas stinkin’
Nigga, 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
Nigga!
Quit flexin'!
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you got a lil' boy, lil' girl
Dawg-
Listen, I don't give a fuck if you got a lil' boy, lil' girl
When that heat spray
I'll pop your son, daughter
Bitch, I'm D. Wade!
Nigga, 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!
Bitch!
You like to put yo' hands on bitches!?
Wait, that's the other Don
I got somethin' big and black to go against these niggas
That's my uncle Thom' (Tom)
Nigga, fuck is wrong?
You starin’ at the worst killa
Befo’ IG and Snapchat, I really used to murk niggas
They always looked different in that casket
I’m tryna tell y’all death was the first filter
This ain’t rehearsed, nigga!
I remember shootin’ it like this, and be mad when I missed
Damn, I was pissed!
Then the OG told me it’s like “Rock, Paper, Scissors” when you squeezin’ that trigger
Hand over fist!

Every Fuckin’ Bar! Make him rap!

Man, you a bitch!
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
Nigga, 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 dick to see if it still work
Now that was “Sexual Healin’”
Nigga, 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’
Bitch, there’s no escape for you!
Yeah! It’s no escape for you!
This nigga hit my line when he was in L.A. like, “Gotti, I got some trouble. Could you bring me the steel?”
I’m like, “Nigga, 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’ (cummin’) for real!
What the fuck 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
Nigga, we strapped!

Every Fuckin’ Bar, man!
Make him rap
Round 1, nigga
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 bitch’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, nigga
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 niggas TOO, Geechi!
But this nigga 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 nigga that just died and I got another nigga that plan on dyin’ soon”
I mean, Geechi, what you tryna prove?
I mean, against Lux, he was on some other shit
Some Christopher Columbus shit
Actin’ like he discovered shit
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 mothafuckin’ backbone!
He gon' rebuttal like Hollow
Have a real nigga third like Verb
Crippin' hard like Surf then say shit like "it's different"
I mean...the nerve
My nigga, we know you control them Caffeine rooms, but not today
Once again, this Texas, they don't give a fuck about yo' block and gang
He say, "All they talk about is rims down here."
Yeah, that's because the chopper swang nigga
Oh, I'm 'bout to rock like Bangz
I said you get boxed nigga, 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 shit
But if my stock down and he should know I ain't the nigga to be tradin' with
Anthony Davis; I ain't the nigga 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 fuckin' 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, nigga

[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, niggas 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 shit, 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 niggas who kept a roof over ya head and you ended up havin' to sleep in yo' car
Nigga that's karma
Cause all the niggas 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
Nigga, 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
Nigga you've been chasin' clout
Yo whole brand is built off Houston
Nigga, we've been watchin' you sip lean and talk slow, the shit is so depressin'
Lookin' at a New York nigga, 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 motherfuckin' 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 nigga's shit and try to make it ya own
Nigga, how the fuck did this nigga even make it to N.O.M.E.?
I'm just sayin', "Loyalty Over Money" is a lifestyle
And when it come to that shit, 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, nigga money was chosen
Today we exposin'
Cause you fucked up ya bond with KG The Poet over a check
Lost all yo' respect, cause you did some hoe shit
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' shit
Oh shit!
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
Nigga you a whole bitch
Nigga 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 shit 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 nigga in Texas that know me
They'll tell you, "Him a playa nigga."
Yeah, he from the other side of the world, but him a lay a (Himalaya) nigga."
You talk about coke?
Wasn't you robbin' a pharmacy?
Oh he the worst addict
Cause niggas that usually do that got a perc habit
Nigga talk to me
You out here breakin' into pharmacies
Gettin' all the lean....
And not callin' me, nigga?
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 Fuckin' Bar nigga
Look, the truth is, I done shot at niggas, but I ain't never shot a nigga
So I understand why you don't believe me when I say I'll a kill ya
But y'all allowed this bigotry
This nigga up here dissin' me
With moves I helped popularize cause he don't know his history
Nigga 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 nigga out cast (Outkast) me?
Never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, nigga
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 shit, I would've made you take the whole buck 50 nigga
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 niggas skate?
Shiiiiit, I figured eight
You gotta show niggas
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 nigga 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 nigga 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, nigga."
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 nigga 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 shit 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 nigga 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
Nigga, 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 nigga rap I think
So a nigga need to be up here sayin' shit 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 bitch 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 shit be hot man. For real. These niggas be doin' this old school weak ass rap. We talkin' real shit

If y'all wanna hear real nigga shit, they gon' listen to me
If y'all wanna hear nerd then y'all gon' listen to this clown
Niggas came here to see me bring that old Gotti and bring 'em back to them third rounds
Like you said, nigga we was really movin' coke
I had upscale women, to street niggas, different clients
Moved so much white in my hood I gentrified it
Niggas 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
Nigga 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
Nigga class in session
These niggas can rap, but it's not real, so I don't feel the shit
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 shit down
I don't glorify being shot
Do you know I actually had to feel them rounds so they can feel this round?
Nigga, fuck all that old era shit nigga, No StudioN
I was gettin' my haircut and the nigga 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
Nigga cut the shit
Do you know slappin' a light skinned nigga in Houston been on my bucket list?
Every time I hear this nigga rap I be fuckin' pissed, it get me real tight
When they react to the shit you spit when I actually know you a bitch in real life
Tell me what it feel like to go to sleep a clown and wake up a pussy
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
Fuckin' coke head, with all that foul usin'
I done made niggas shit 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
Nigga, did I waste my time?
Imagine a bitch 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 niggas 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
Nigga, 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 niggas die, you right, and that's why I don't do personals
Cause diggin' up dirt on niggas give me flashbacks
Nigga 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 niggas believe them lies
Nigga time

[Round 3: Hollow Da Don]
How you the new face of ya class...and you 38 and a half?
You young, new, old niggas 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 niggas don't respect the moves you do
Cause you go from headlining Summer Madness to entering The Crucible
You're on EVERY. FUCKING. CARD
I seen this nigga at a house party, I said, "What's next, Madison Square?"
He said, "Nah. I'm battlin' here."
You're on EVERY. FUCKING. 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. FUCKING. 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 pissed, now you and R. Kelly gettin' 30'd the same month
You're on EVERY. FUCKING. 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 nigga shit, 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 nigga 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 shit
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 nigga stole from me
That's how many bars I got my nigga
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
Nigga, 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 fuckin' 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
Nigga, 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 nigga
The shit you've been throwin' up's sloppy
We knowin' you cocky, and you Mafia, but this ain't a show, when you gotta start Growin' Up Gotti?
Time