Competition lyrics

by

Jim Jones


You already know n*ggas ain’t f*cking with us it’s Byrd Gang man y’all already know who got the new sound new hot n*ggas and all that (Byrd Gang) no competition for the boys man talk to the game Capo what up let’s go


(Hook)
The competition chew em up spit em out it ain’t no competition keep frontin and the tools will buss clear the house it ain’t my fault we glistening the competition chew em up spit em out it ain’t no competition when ever b*tches choose to f*ck put it in they mouth it ain’t no competition Owwww



(Verse)
How this n*gga switch up he so nice (so nice) how this n*gga cook up with no ice cause I throw my Byrd in the pot the industry weak Coke flooded 3rd of the block deez be coming by the 100 we post up getting blunted shorty hesitant of my di*k I know she really want it I had her leaning back reaching for my pickle I was playing all in her putty licking on her nipples it was me Gena & Denni focus was not the issue I was back where we used to play monkey in the middle used to speak all subliminal always in a riddle that was deep me & chin chilla always in a kennel let them b*tches see me now they know my n*ggas winning we ain’t stopping we gonna keep going this only the beginning get that duffel linen that’s only on occasions some of my b*tches Puerto Rican and some of them Burkinabe


(Hook)
The competition chew em up spit em out it ain’t no competition keep frontin and the tools will buss clear the house it ain’t my fault we glistening the competition chew em up spit em out it ain’t no competition when ever b*tches choose to f*ck put it in they mouth it ain’t no competition Owwww
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