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Testo No Competition - Yo Gotti feat. Blac Youngsta

Testo della canzone No Competition (Yo Gotti feat. Blac Youngsta), tratta dall'album CM10: Free Game

Yeah

Yeah

Shh, shh, shh, shh

(GnB)

Frrt, frrt, frrt (yeah), frrt (yeah, yeah)

I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas (beep)

I never compete with my niggas, I'm always gon' eat with my niggas

I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas

I never compete with my niggas, I'm always gon' eat with my niggas (beep, yeah)

Niggas spendin' paper on these bitches like it's competition

'Fore I was a rich nigga, all I knew was stoves and kitchens

Shorty got the bag with the big B, that's a brick for it

Shorty got the AP on her wrist, it ain't the lil' boy

All my niggas bosses in the camp, it ain't no lil' boys

All my niggas'll drill somethin'

All my niggas'll - shh somethin'

You can't eat off my table, lil' nigga, you ain't no real one

You ain't got no money, nigga, that's your fault, go and get you some

I lead by example

I was down bad fucked up, for example

Jumped in an enterprise rental, went to Atlanta

Met a nigga with a hundred 'bows and clamp 'em (give me that)

Remember me?

Ridin' in a Chevy (Chevy), now I'm in a Phantom

Front row of the awards (Grammys) and I got the hammer

Lil' bro smokin' at the Grammys, he ain't got no manners

But he got some money and he takin' care of his family

I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas (beep)

I never compete with my niggas, I'm always gon' eat with my niggas

I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas

I never compete with my niggas, I'm always gon' eat with my niggas (beep, yeah)

E'rybody rich (rich), ain't no competition (nah)

She e'rybody bitch (bitch), slut her, then we switchin' (yeah)

E'rybody lit (lit)

Looking like a whole bunch of niggas sellin' bricks

This 'bout real as it gets (ha)

It's so many guns in this bitch, it's like a competition (grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)

Call it repetition

I'm good with the numbers on the scale, I'm a mathematician

I'm goin' to the bank or to the jail with my niggas

I know my position (what's that?), never tell on a nigga (ever)

I just pray that FN never fail on a nigga (on God)

I can send a contract or a bale to a nigga

You go before that judge, they try to rail them a nigga (damn)

I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas (beep)

I never compete with my niggas, I'm always gon' eat with my niggas

I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas

I never compete with my niggas, I'm always gon' eat with my niggas (beep, yeah)

E'rybody rich (Rich), ain't no competition (nah)

She e'rybody bitch (bitch), slut her, then we switchin' (yeah)

E'rybody lit (Lit)

Lookin' like a whole bunch of niggas sellin' bricks

This 'bout real as it gets (ha)

E'rybody 'round my lookin' like Franklin on Snowfall (gang)

I sold plenty blocks, I put my racks off in the Goyard (gang)

Don't try to cop no work from me if you know I don't know y'all (pussy)

I got plenty opps, ain't trustin' shit, I'll probably blow y'all (baow)

Thumb through that paper, 'cause that's the type of shit I'm used to (frrt)

I'm tryna spin that pussy block 'til I knock him out his Fubu (skrrt, baow, baow, baow)

That's the way I do you when you turn bitch, I don't salute you (pussy nigga)

Once you play foul with your dog, I swear, I can't recruit you (Heavy Camp)

Heavy Camp shit, we still steppin' on shit, we still take 'em down (gang)

I ain't tryna compete with no nigga, unless we bustin' rounds

Stand to myself, lot of these niggas fake, I don't want them pussies around

I ain't lookin' for loyalty in none of these niggas 'cause he in lost and found

I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas (beep)

I never compete with my niggas, I'm always gon' eat with my niggas

I never compete with my niggas, I never compete with my niggas

I never compete with my niggas, I'm always gon' eat with my niggas (beep, yeah)

I got lawyers on retainer

Ridin' with that Drac' like I ain't famous

You ridin' with it too, shit, I don't blame you

We too close to these streets, this shit dangerous

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Writer(s): Deangelo Porter, Unknown Writer
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