competition Lyrics

Yeah we pull up deep

Chilling with my guys

Fat ass blunt

Got me high

Smoking cherry pie

Too geeked up to tell the time

Yeah I'm hella fried

Hella competition talking bout m5

White bitch doing coke

Yeah she hella high

Out her mind

Stop fucking with that thot

Yeah outta sight

Outta mind

Shoot this nigga in his face

Yeah

In his eye

He going blind

Eating steak and lobster

Yeah expensive vibes

Too divine

Pop out with this bad bitch

Yeah she hella fine

Gon make her mine

Yeah fuck with that boy said he steady lying

All the time

Little hoe in the club

She throwing ass

She a waste of time

Dumb hoe

Ain't make no sense

She don't even got a dime

Crash out

Glock nine

Gon put you up in the sky

Bad hoe

Pop out

Told em get behind

Slow down

What you say

Had to hit rewind

Okay pull up

Fast break

I'm like Curry behind the line

Okay hold up

You on your ass

Why the fuck you wasting time

Yeah bad bitch hit my phone

She ask me when I'm gon slide

Yeah my last hoe ain't shit

Like why the fuck you lie

Yeah all black on my fit

Yeah rocking number nine

Yeah throw on any beat

I don't even got to try

Yeah what I say

Fat blunt

I'm smoking cherry pie

Yeah

All my guys stick together

Like we gon ride or die

Yeah bad hoe

She a slut

So I pass her to my guys

Mask on

Feel like Michael Myers

Bitch I'm in disguise

Rolling loud

Smoking gas

Like bitch I'm in the sky

Yeah bad bitch

She touchdown

I hit that from behind

Yeah choppa teach a lesson

Like this might be your time

Yeah I do this shit

Off the top

Like I don't write a line

Yeah he broke as fuck

Got no hoes

Why the fuck you lyin

Every hoe love me

I guess I am that guy