Competition

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk & DJ Drama] (Gangsta) (Bueller) I've come to a realization (Bandcamp) Ls, rrah (Bueller) My only competition (Free the guys from Lamron) Is when niggas just don't use a DJ (Ls) (Bandcamp) [Verse 1: Lil Durk & DJ Drama] Shout out to my competition These shots to my opposition ('Cause if it come to these streets) This shit real, my block we winnin' (Ls, let's get it) This shit real, my block we in it (I gots to spin, no DJ) BrickSquad K, I tweet the shit The label say don't leak the shit (Fuck 'em) Lawyer money, got the shit I catch a opp, I beat the shit (Durk) BrickSquad K, I tweet the shit The label say don't leak the shit (Fuck 'em) Lawyer money, got the shit I catch a opp, I beat the shit (Rrah) Catch Lil Jay, I heat his face My lil' niggas'll meet with them Lil Duck, he can't duck this clip Wuga World K 'cause they fuck with them, let's get it Thirty shots, we the murder block Got chopper shells for a lot of opps (FNs) Off parole, I'm on a lot of shots No Fredo, bitch, I'm in a lot of cuts (Let's get it) I do hits when I'm sober Tryna drop 30 and Motor (Rrah) Tell Reese Money to roll up Even my judge know I'm poled up Niggas workin' sides with the police (Let's get it) Can't catch a nigga, then we on his OG (Ls) Bitch, I been that nigga since '03 Free Five, free Law, R.I.P. Odee (Ls) OTF, 300 (Let's get it) Go and tell them fuck niggas get money OTF, 300 Go and tell them fuck niggas get money, let's get it [Chorus: Lil Durk] Shout out to my competition These shots to my opposition This shit real my block we winnin' This shit real my block we in it (Gangsta Grillz) These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps [Verse 2: Lil Reese] Shout out to my competition (Shout out to my competition) I mean, there's no competition (I mean, there's no competition) Look up, man, I know we winnin' (Look up, man, I know we winnin') Haters mad 'cause they ain't in it (Haters mad 'cause they ain't in it) We tote thirties, we love sinnin' Fucked all these hoes, man, we hit plenty Don't talk about money 'cause I done made plenty Now shout out to my competition You say you on that, you better have that with you Shooters on deck that'll kill that issue Actin' like you with it, that's the quickest way to get you Fifteen hundred on a belt like it ain't a big issue We same niggas in the same hood Got real niggas with me, plus we official And we shootin' shit and we ain't tryna miss you This a message to the opps, miss me with the dissin' Fucked his bitch, now he sneak dissing Pull up with the windows tinted So the haters really can't see who in it, 300 [Chorus: Lil Durk] Shout out to my competition These shots to my opposition This shit real my block we winnin' This shit real my block we in it These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps [Outro: DJ Drama] Free the real savages