DNA vs. Geechi Gotti

Lyrics

(*Smack flips the coin and Geechi calls tails. The coin lands on tails and Geechi lets DNA go first*) [Round 1: DNA] Yo, y'all can hear me? I said, it's the Hip-Hop Awards, it's 'bout to get live He gon' play tough, but switch sides Go to jail and start pointin' out more people than 6ix9ine I got a bigger bomb Y'all saw the last performance, right? Well, we could get it on 'Cause if your sweetie (Saweetie) ain't My Type, you get the Lil jawn (Jon) I get rid of pounds: weight loss Off the Quavo, I'm lettin' eights off I off sets (Offset), if I hit my Migos, you gon' take off (Takeoff) I'm packin' the .9, I'mma clap him three times I'll shoot him in the crowd - it won't be a Chance The Rapper survives I'm bookin' talent! Aye, Casanova, he look embarrassed His girl a freak, everybody jumped on her: the 'So Brooklyn' Challenge I'm on my shit now Y'all watch Power? He better get down I named my gun Trey Songz: it'll mess up a Big Rich Town Let's work! Let's work! Let's work! It's $25,000 on the B.E.T. Network! I'mma take this part (*swoo*) and you gon' get the check first! I'm dead nice! I'll squeeze the TEC twice Lil Duval: it'll be all in his shoulders You won't be livin' your best life Is y'all ready!? Every bar deadly These 16s gon' put me behind bars: I'm R. Kelly It's a wrap The Marathon Continues, he gettin' 60 flat I just did all of that to get rid of him and bring Nipsey back! 'Sup!? 'Sup!? [Round 1: Geechi Gotti] Aye, aye, I already knew everything he was gon' do Get up here and name-drop a bunch of rappers who don't even know you Y'all heard- Aye, aye, y'all heard everything that dawg said? When Trey Songz messed it up, 50 Cent brung back the Bald Head! Nigga, you'se a bitch! On the red carpet actin' like a big groupie! He a clown, shoulda starred in the It movie Big toolie, I'll blow your brains on cuh I'm sorry, bro I put DNA on the wrong nigga like The Maury Show I'm not the father! Boy, I'll pop ya mama! They'll be missin' you more than we miss Barack Obama! I rock designer, but these two C's ain't Chanel A face shot will have him uglier than Sam Cassel! Your mans is frail, that's why I'm finna murk him for good The clip longer than Sunday service when the church in the 'hood Tell him what's good Gon' get his lid fried Naw, you right, my gun done pointed and took down mo' niggas than 6ix9ine But this time, I'm sittin' him down (*smack, smack*) Eat the butt of the .50: oh, he Vivica now! He really a clown! Last year, I was sittin' in a cell! You don't know what that stress like In and out, goin' back and forth wit' niggas: Lil Duval But I wasn't livin' my best life! If the check right, I'm sealin' the deal For 25K? Pssh, I would've killed him for real! And when it's real, y'all can tell Make 'em believe them lies