Competition Domination

Lyrics

[Intro] Squad I ain't with all that sneak dissin' shit, man (At all) My niggas in these streets for real (Woo) Tookaville (Jojo) Let's get it BDK [Chorus] They claimin' we the competition (BDK) But I'm screamin' "Fuck the opposition" (Squad) I ain't really got no competition I'm in these streets, I send shots at the opposition [Verse] Tookaville I rep this, sneak dissin', meet the exodus Say "Fuck Tooka", you meet the clip Yo mans die and you still ain't on shit Respect, yeah, I earned this shit, disease gon' leave you burnin' quick Burn niggas like I burn blank disc King Lil Jay for president Niggas dissin' on me that's death row But you know I keep the strap Velcro No Taco Bell, but I feed you shells though J Money got caught on Death Rhodes You a singer or a rapper? I'm a real nigga, I'll clap you Catch Lil Durk, put him in the dirt, feed the boy a clip 'cause I know he an actor And, yeah, I got shot, but you know that ain't stop Me from gettin' this guap STL, EBT, yeah, we sendin' shots Do a hit on 064, now the block hot Free WeeWee, C-Ball, and 50 Shots .223, it at make a nigga Diddy bop Team No Lackin, so you know I gotta keep a chop Do a hit and it's drastic, stretch a nigga out like elastic Hit the guys, disappear like magic Gettin' money, kill a opp with some passion You a lame nigga, you ain't wit' it You paranoid, just admit it Rest in peace to my competition I'm takin' over my city Niggas mad 'cause they know it's my time Black malice, so I can't get signed Put money on my head, they tryin' So hard, but I'm still on my grind Niggas said my name for no reason My flow hard like cement It's a cold world, nigga, you anaemic You GDK, but your daddy was a region These for the niggas that don't know I be throwin' bullets, Tony Romo Pull up in a 4 dour with a 4-0 Make your body go up and down like a yoyo Stevie Wonder to the game, I don't see Any nigga in the streets that's hot as me Got a view now, so you gettin' money I remember them days when you was bummy Dirty nigga, skinny pants, and a mowhawk Semi-auto with a scope take your nose off Sippin' Act' 'til a young nigga dose off All you niggas catchin' bullets like Randy Moss Got my chopper in the car like Rick Ross I'll crucify a nigga, nail 'em to the cross Don't see the competition, that's on the boss Hollow tips make you jump like Kris Kross These niggas got me fucked up, why they wastin' my time? Say they gon' kill me, they ain't in the streets I swear to God, they lyin' When I see you, you niggas dyin' It's get rich or die tryin' .30 shots all in my .9, shoot NumbaNine 'bout 9 times [Chorus] They claimin' we the competition (BDK) But I'm screamin' "Fuck the opposition" (Squad) I ain't really got no competition I'm in these streets, I send shots at the opposition