Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Own Competition, artist - D-LoDate of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Own Competition |
| Rudeboy Mafia, nigga |
| BOF, nigga |
| Free that nigga Nickel, free Quill, nigga |
| Rest in peace One John, rest in peace Fact, ayy |
| Free that nigga Drakeo the Ruler |
| Gangland, free that nigga JoJo, where the thoolas? |
| I fuck with nothin' but shooters, chopsticks for the noodles |
| Boy, that’s P.F. |
| Chang’s, this F-10 blow brains, ayy |
| Lemme hit it from the back, I’m tryna dog that (I'm tryna dog that) |
| Baby, lemme eat that pussy, I’m with all that |
| You rich, but the niggas 'round you broke, what you call that? |
| (What you call |
| that?) |
| I’ll take a rapper nigga Rolly, gimme all that |
| I be comfortable at shows, I got my stick, too |
| My white bitch look like Madonna with a chipped tooth |
| Hey girl, what’s your name? |
| Man, you lookin' like you want dick, but I need some change |
| Like what you sayin' |
| Got the devil on my ass, tryna shake him off (Tryna shake him off) |
| You think you hard? |
| Catch these bullets since you Randy Moss |
| Them overkill drills in the Eastern be my little niggas |
| They be bouncin' out, walkin' shit down, tryna kill 'em, kill 'em |
| Whole lotta gang shit, boy don’t get your gang hit |
| He slid with a K, then catch a body where your aim missed |
| Told a bitch that I’m a beast, better get you one of these, ayy |
| And if I sneeze it’ll be rainin' .223's, look |
| They can’t see me, I’m my own competition, look |
| All these diamonds, that’s a whole lotta dippin', huh |
| Big shit, big clips, wish he would trip (Wish he would trip) |
| We know where his mama stay, I wish he would snitch |
| (Ayy-ayy-ayy, what the hook gon' be?) |
| I don’t need no fuckin' hook on this beat |
| All I need is a thirty in my Glock now, get him knocked down |
| Now it’s hella fuckin' cops round |
| Had to double-back, 'cause he ain’t die but now he knocked down, ayy |
| Hand-God, nigga |
| And, nah, you ain’t no killa, but shit, at least you tried, nigga |
| Young nigga, be really ready to slide niggas, ayy |
| (Ayy, Sleep, why you be trippin', nigga?) |
| 'Cause these niggas hoes for real |
| I don’t be gettin' niggas |
| I’ma use a big ass chopper and go and hit them niggas, yeah |
| You can perp how you pimpin', but you be simpin' nigga, on the real |
| Only my brother, Bree, and God know how I feel (How I feel) |
| Runnin' up a check and that’s with or without a deal (With or without a deal) |
| These bitches wouldn’t be that tough, bitch, without a pill (Without a pill) |
| I was a teen at my mama house payin' bills (Bills) |
| (Wh-Wh-What's the meanin' of a body, Sleep?) |
| Oh, that’s when a nigga like me out playin' hide-and-seek |
| That just mean I made up my mind and it was time to creep |
| Lookin' for a stamp in your section or where your potnas be |
| Now I see 'em (Now I see 'em) |
| Shit, we all wouldn’t wanna be 'em |
| If I stop his breathin', that’s a body, and I got a reason |
| Ain’t no treason, shit, we all know it’s funkin' season |
| Checkmate, he outta there when my doper’s squeezin' |
| Sleep |
| (Ayy-ayy-ayy, what the hook gon' be?) |
| I don’t need no fuckin' hook on this beat |
| All I need is a thirty in my Glock now, get him knocked down |
| Now it’s hella fuckin' cops round |
| Had to double-back, 'cause he ain’t die but now he knocked down, ayy |
| Hand-God, nigga |
| And, nah, you ain’t no killa, but shit, at least you tried, nigga |
| Young nigga, be really ready to slide niggas, ayy |