Competition Domination

[Intro]
Squad
I ain't with all that sneak dissin' shit, man (At all)
My niggas in these streets for real (Woo)
Tookaville (Jojo)
Let's get it
BDK

[Chorus]
They claimin' we the competition (BDK)
But I'm screamin' "Fuck the opposition" (Squad)
I ain't really got no competition
I'm in these streets, I send shots at the opposition

[Verse]
Tookaville I rep this, sneak dissin', meet the exodus
Say "Fuck Tooka", you meet the clip
Yo mans die and you still ain't on shit
Respect, yeah, I earned this shit, disease gon' leave you burnin' quick
Burn niggas like I burn blank disc
King Lil Jay for president
Niggas dissin' on me that's death row
But you know I keep the strap Velcro
No Taco Bell, but I feed you shells though
J Money got caught on Death Rhodes
You a singer or a rapper?
I'm a real nigga, I'll clap you
Catch Lil Durk, put him in the dirt, feed the boy a clip 'cause I know he an actor
And, yeah, I got shot, but you know that ain't stop
Me from gettin' this guap
STL, EBT, yeah, we sendin' shots
Do a hit on 064, now the block hot
Free WeeWee, C-Ball, and 50 Shots
.223, it at make a nigga Diddy bop
Team No Lackin, so you know I gotta keep a chop
Do a hit and it's drastic, stretch a nigga out like elastic
Hit the guys, disappear like magic
Gettin' money, kill a opp with some passion
You a lame nigga, you ain't wit' it
You paranoid, just admit it
Rest in peace to my competition
I'm takin' over my city
Niggas mad 'cause they know it's my time
Black malice, so I can't get signed
Put money on my head, they tryin'
So hard, but I'm still on my grind
Niggas said my name for no reason
My flow hard like cement
It's a cold world, nigga, you anaemic
You GDK, but your daddy was a region
These for the niggas that don't know
I be throwin' bullets, Tony Romo
Pull up in a 4 dour with a 4-0
Make your body go up and down like a yoyo
Stevie Wonder to the game, I don't see
Any nigga in the streets that's hot as me
Got a view now, so you gettin' money
I remember them days when you was bummy
Dirty nigga, skinny pants, and a mowhawk
Semi-auto with a scope take your nose off
Sippin' Act' 'til a young nigga dose off
All you niggas catchin' bullets like Randy Moss
Got my chopper in the car like Rick Ross
I'll crucify a nigga, nail 'em to the cross
Don't see the competition, that's on the boss
Hollow tips make you jump like Kris Kross
These niggas got me fucked up, why they wastin' my time?
Say they gon' kill me, they ain't in the streets
I swear to God, they lyin'
When I see you, you niggas dyin'
It's get rich or die tryin'
.30 shots all in my .9, shoot NumbaNine 'bout 9 times

[Chorus]
They claimin' we the competition (BDK)
But I'm screamin' "Fuck the opposition" (Squad)
I ain't really got no competition
I'm in these streets, I send shots at the opposition