No Competition

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Jazzytlnd

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Aye, ion see no competition mane
Like I'm the shit
You play you lay, may the best win
Squid game in session
I start off my day gettin' money don't chase no hoes get the bag and they books, racks
My lil' partner doin' some time by the time he released all oops get shook, pussy
You want some money and also the fame so come see what this shit took, sacrifice
You better keep a blicky on your side because these niggas be crooks, slimmey
Savage mode in that trap got them fishes in here but my dog like to whip, skurrt, skurrt
You can getcha a quarter, you can getcha a half or zone and then you gotta dip, aye swing my door
My niggas bout business so what's the business it ain't no swapin shit out, no way
You beefin' with him, you beefin' me and we gone air this bitch out, grrrt
I stand on loyalty cause I been royalty since I came out the twat
You niggas is bitches ain't gettin' no riches you do this shit for the clout
I know bitches who havin' more motion than you be poppin' about, hot girl
We are not the same my young niggas bang we don't get into the mix
I'm feelin' like mitch wonder if I quit will the fans still love me and shit, I'm broke baby
I'm ballin' like curry the clip hold a 30 I aim, I shoot, I'ma swish
You kept your eyes closed when you so called rode you not a real killer you bitch
We steppin' like kappas you better not be lackin' or you'll be truly missed, on god
Aye, but like I said,  I'm just a real one out here gettin' this bread
Shid, I got plugs too, stood in the trap, no stripper I work poles too
I'm turnt the f*ck up and that's why hate, hater
Didn't pitch in but want to eat off my plate
It's otg when I walk in place, on gang
Only the gang get the f*ck out my face
Gotta lil' ratchet hoe you'll get mased
She let a real nigga skeet on her face, ugh
Big booty she ain't havin' no waist
I'm sellin' the sauce, come get you a taste
I'ma big boss I can upgrade your pay
Diamonds dancing dirty patrick swayze, swagging
Your shit cloudy and they lookin' fugazi 
Drop the top on that brand new mercedes
Countin' cash thanking god that I made it, thank ya god
Say they real but they really be faking
Keep it trill like a nigga from texas
I grip the wheel while she givin' me becky
My niggas drill not talkin' bout tools, smoke
You want smoke then we push up on you
Leave a hole in a f*ck nigga trachea, smoke
The ambulance or doctor can't help ya
Havin' bags filled up with zaza, gas
No lows they goin' for the high, high
In the trap you ain't shoppin' then bye, bye, slide
Double cup what's in there wock, wock, muddy
Envious and they jealous of me
Competition can't keep up us
No hesitation I'ma buss
What the clip hold nigga enough
Get the bag take care fam a must
Play with that turn ya ass into dust
F*ck a hang gun choppa robust
Stood on it now he gettin' picked up, oh lord

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