Lil Jay-Competition Lyrics

(Intro – Lil Jay)

I ain’t with all that sneak dissing sh*t
My n*ggas in this sh*t for real (woop woop woop)
Bout to go Tookaville (JoJo)
(Let’s get it)
Bout to go Tookaville (Aiiight DoubleR BDK)

(Verse 1 – Lil Jay)

They Claiming we the competition, (BDK)
But I’m screaming f*ck the opposition (Squad)
AIn’t really got no completion,
I’m in the street, I send shot at the opposition
Tookaville, I rep this sh*t,
Sneak diss, meet the executioner
Say f*ck Tooka, you meet the clip
Yo man’s die, you still in your shoe
Respect, yea I earned this sh*t
This here gonna leave your burning clip,
Burn n*ggas like I burn blank discs,
King Lil Jay for president
N*ggas dissing on me that’s deathrow
You know I keep strap like velcro
No taco bells, but I keep shell though
J Money got caught up on Death Rhodes,
You a singer or a rapper?
I’m a real n*gga, I’ll clap you
Catch Lil Durk, put him in the dirt
Feed the boys clip, when they start running, we gonna act up
Yea I got shot, but you know that didn’t stop me from getting this guap(money)
That’s the only EBT, yea we send the shots,
Doing hits on 064, now the block hot
We-we receive all the 50 shots
223 we’ll make a n*ggga diddy bop
Team no lacking, so you know I got to keep the choppa
You a hitta? You’re drastic,
Stretch a n*gga out like elastic
Make you guys disappear like magic,
Get money, kill the opp, that’s a passion
You’re a lame n*gga, you ain’t wit it
You’re paranoid, just admit it
Rest in Peace to my competition
I’m taking over my city
N*ggas mad cause they know it’s my time
Blackmailing me so I can’t get signed
Putting money on my head,
They trying so hard, but Im still on my grind
N*ggas say my name for no reason,
My flow hard like semen
It’s a cold world, n*gga you’re anemic
You’re GDK but your daddy was a regent
This for the n*ggas that don’t know,
I be throwing bullets Tony Romo,
Pull up on a 4 door, with a 40
Make your body go up and down like a Yo-Yo
Say what you want to the game,
I don’t see any n*gga in the street that’s hot as me
Got it real nice, so you get money
I remember them days when you was up on me,
Dubbing the skinny pants and a Mohawk
See me out there with a scope take your nose off,
Sipping yak till a n*gga dose off,
All ya n*ggas catching bullets like Randy Moss,
Got my choppa in the car like Rick Ross
I’ll crucify a n*gga down to the cross,
Most of the competition ass on the bullets,
Hollow tips make you jump like Kriss Kross
These n*ggas got me f*cked up,
Why the’re wasting my time?
Say they’re gonna kill me when they see me in the street,
I swear to god they’re lying,
When I see em, n*ggas dying
It’s get rich or die trying
Money shots all in my name,
Shoot NumbaNine bout 9 times

(Outro – Lil Jay)

I ain’t got no competition
But middle fingers to the opposition
N*ggas know what it is
Ain’t no competition, but we sending shots at the opposition
N*ggas know what it is, b*tch I’m Fly Boy Gang (Tookaville)
N*ggas f*cked up, they done said my name (JoJo World)
On the I, I can merch that on Insane
All you n*ggas lame, Fly Boy Gang (GDK)
I ain’t got no competition
Doubble00 Ho, Them boys scared for real low key,
They know mother*ckers at they head,
We do this sh*t without a deal,
Finessing and grinding everyday to get a mil

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