Compete Lyrics

Uh shit

Shit

(Aye, this shit Wavy)

Got the drip, you know I'm too clean

Ride around with a 223

Aye

It's King Rami

You know that I'm dripping you know I'm too clean

Ride around with a 223

Ride around with a green beam

Ride around with a red beam

All these niggas wanna compete with me

Psych, you cannot compete

1100 on my jeans

Mike Amiri don't do no true's

I be dripping from head to toe

They love to hate, I know

I'm in love with the bank rolls

Tired of these fake hoes

Poured a four in a Faygo

Like a snail, I'm moving slow

High as fuck I'm in the clouds though

One thing I would never do is switch, aye

I'm just really trying to be rich, aye

You know that I'ma beat the kit-ten

All these bitches want me for my dividends

You say you was feeling me you lying

I feel like I'm Uzi, call me Myron

Glock with a dick, aye

Come fuck with the kid, aye

Wanna have my kid, aye

Gave her my kid

I just smoke to ease the pain

All these niggas yeah they fake

All these bitches yeah they lame

My mama told me about these days

Gucci on my bag I'm flexing

Louis on my head I'm flexing

You smoking on the reg' you stressing

I'm getting to that bag I'm investing