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king of the dot - bigg k vs. geechi gotti lyrics

[round 1: geechi gotti]
ever since you joined the goonies you been actin’ way different
every f-ckin’ bar
weight liftin’
hold on real quick…

[geechi “answers” his phone]

h-llo. hold on moms right now. yeah i know
aye don’t do that with the macaroni you had that sh-t way too cheesy
i’ma call you right back after i finish battlin’ glueazy
hold on
n-gg- you’se a b-tch!
you thought i wasn’t gonna mention that?
get the strap, lift his hat
half a sh-ll on his head like when a chicken hatch
i’ve been kickin’ back
i’ma grab ya mom and put the chrome by her
ba! ba! ba!
i hit all three shots before it jam, i’m on fire
this a different type of smoke, like where the weed at?
he get a leg shot, that’s a knee cap
if we strapped, he still get a slice
cause the knife hotter, across the cheek, look like the right spot
them ya mans? you’ll all get the same cut like white cops
and i don’t like cops
and you look like one
you understand black lives, ’til yours get took like one
don’t make me bust my gun, he gonna get a cake casket
how i k!ll him depend on how this white b-tch act, he cate blanchett
i hate askin’, that’s why i be takin’ sh-t
one punch, break his sh-t, i’m in the kitchen cookin’, grandma thought i was makin’ grits
when you rap, it don’t be makin’ sense
i’m in the field with sticks and poles i could’ve been makin’ tents
i’ll make a fist and still slap you
pistol whip, cause it’s just mo’ gangsta when the steel slap you
i’ll f-ck around and murk his -ss
face shot, cuz neck chin (connection) drop, the service bad
i was swervin’ past, seen bigg at the light, had visions of when that ‘burban crashed
i let off shots, skirt then dashed
you better know your part, i put this ar in front of k it ain’t noah’s ark
fo’ sho’ a spark
yeah, n-gg-s said you was a dummy
close range, the hollow put his blood on top of the meal (mil’), that’s loyalty over money
he thought it was funny, that’s ’til the .9 dropped him
run up on me, i wish kid would (wood), i’ll pine box him
the .9 clock him
yeah, a vegetable what ya man’s is
his brains died but at least his arms and his legs lived
yeah, that’s real life, his brain died then he died, n-gg- got k!lled twice
i’m talkin’ real sh-t
i’m not just rappin’ fool, i’ma shoot ’til the gun start tellin’ the truth
that means to stop cappin’ fool
and when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes
it’s yo’ turn, see if you can make n-gg-s believe them lies
n-gg- time

[round 1: bigg k]

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