No Competition
Yeah
Bih
Slatt, slatt slatt slatt
Bih Bih Bih Bih
Bitch, it ain't competing
We got the whole crowd screaming
I just popped a pill so you know we geeking
Got the crowd lit, yeah, floor to ceiling
So it ain't competing, nah
No, it ain't competing, nah
No, it ain't competing
Nah Nah Nah Nah
Yeah I'm running to the finish line
Talk about me bitch you gon' fucking die
Play with your heartstrings like fishing line
Yeah I'm running to the finish line
Y'all not rocking with my finished lines?
I told da bit shut up! My son crying
You ain't got racks, stop lying
Got my hairs wild like a lion
You got balls, tennis court
All that white I ain't gonna snort
All the crimes I don't go to court
Sipping lean, no, I ain't sipping port
Got a bad bitch RiRi
Need a Bentley truck for transport
All these lines with no theory
International no passport
Bitch, it ain't competing
We got the whole crowd screaming
I just popped a pill so you know we geeking
Got the crowd lit, yeah, floor to ceiling
So it ain't competing, nah
No, it ain't competing, nah
No, it ain't competing
Nah Nah Nah Nah
Got to let 'em know that I run this shit
Got to let 'em know that I run this bitch, yeah
Got to let 'em know yeah
I spent
Bih
Slatt, slatt slatt slatt
Bih Bih Bih Bih
Bitch, it ain't competing
We got the whole crowd screaming
I just popped a pill so you know we geeking
Got the crowd lit, yeah, floor to ceiling
So it ain't competing, nah
No, it ain't competing, nah
No, it ain't competing
Nah Nah Nah Nah
Yeah I'm running to the finish line
Talk about me bitch you gon' fucking die
Play with your heartstrings like fishing line
Yeah I'm running to the finish line
Y'all not rocking with my finished lines?
I told da bit shut up! My son crying
You ain't got racks, stop lying
Got my hairs wild like a lion
You got balls, tennis court
All that white I ain't gonna snort
All the crimes I don't go to court
Sipping lean, no, I ain't sipping port
Got a bad bitch RiRi
Need a Bentley truck for transport
All these lines with no theory
International no passport
Bitch, it ain't competing
We got the whole crowd screaming
I just popped a pill so you know we geeking
Got the crowd lit, yeah, floor to ceiling
So it ain't competing, nah
No, it ain't competing, nah
No, it ain't competing
Nah Nah Nah Nah
Got to let 'em know that I run this shit
Got to let 'em know that I run this bitch, yeah
Got to let 'em know yeah
I spent
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Writer(s): Rijk Arm
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