Compete Wit Me
Know they can't compete wit me
Guess I'm just talking shit now
First hoe to say that she ain't fucking
Done got dicked down
Like a fist fight
I know these hoes like to get a round
Spin a block see whatcha talkin bout and you can get a round
My energy unmatched I put my all into my lyrics bitch
Bro steady telling me to go back and turn up again
In the stu I'm jiggin but real life is what I'm spitting bout
Where you play you lay, that's just the code and ain't no different route
40 Cal lay ya like a tile facedown (Don't speak)
Pay attention you gone learn a lesson (Don't you fuckin reach)
Baby booty like the Georgia logo look juh like a peach
I don't let y'all feast for too long, bitch it's my time to eat
Don't know why they pass this beat to me
I'm doing surgery
Only arms on me be from a hoe and my Glock 23
Got that recipe
They can not step to me
Know where my weapon be
Lethal juh like curry three
I don't know why they testing me
Quick to skip roc and move ova to yo ave
Watch em run, a track runner I'm taking out each calf
Down bad, put ya soul in the air like this six flags
Double dog dare any nigga to pull up on my fam
Know they can't compete wit me
Guess I'm just talking shit now
First hoe to say that she ain't fucking
Done got dicked down
Like a fist fight
I know these hoes like to get a round
Spin a block see whatcha talkin bout and you can get a round
My energy unmatched I put my all into my lyrics bitch
Bro steady telling me to go back and turn up again
In the stu I'm jiggin but real life is what I'm spitting bout
Where you play you lay, that's just the code and ain't no different route
I'm quick to pop a bitch and coach the bench like I'm Popavich
Shawty drop and then she got me right I couldn't stop the bitch
See me up and they be quick to pause and try to take a flick
Casio watch I'm old school swea that bih don't tock or tick
Glock on me like I was born wit it
Sold ya soul again
Wit a grin
I can't fold or bend
This real nigga blend
Set my tray but befo I eat, make sure my niggas good
When I'm gone I hope y'all see that I gave errthing it took
Guess I'm just talking shit now
First hoe to say that she ain't fucking
Done got dicked down
Like a fist fight
I know these hoes like to get a round
Spin a block see whatcha talkin bout and you can get a round
My energy unmatched I put my all into my lyrics bitch
Bro steady telling me to go back and turn up again
In the stu I'm jiggin but real life is what I'm spitting bout
Where you play you lay, that's just the code and ain't no different route
40 Cal lay ya like a tile facedown (Don't speak)
Pay attention you gone learn a lesson (Don't you fuckin reach)
Baby booty like the Georgia logo look juh like a peach
I don't let y'all feast for too long, bitch it's my time to eat
Don't know why they pass this beat to me
I'm doing surgery
Only arms on me be from a hoe and my Glock 23
Got that recipe
They can not step to me
Know where my weapon be
Lethal juh like curry three
I don't know why they testing me
Quick to skip roc and move ova to yo ave
Watch em run, a track runner I'm taking out each calf
Down bad, put ya soul in the air like this six flags
Double dog dare any nigga to pull up on my fam
Know they can't compete wit me
Guess I'm just talking shit now
First hoe to say that she ain't fucking
Done got dicked down
Like a fist fight
I know these hoes like to get a round
Spin a block see whatcha talkin bout and you can get a round
My energy unmatched I put my all into my lyrics bitch
Bro steady telling me to go back and turn up again
In the stu I'm jiggin but real life is what I'm spitting bout
Where you play you lay, that's just the code and ain't no different route
I'm quick to pop a bitch and coach the bench like I'm Popavich
Shawty drop and then she got me right I couldn't stop the bitch
See me up and they be quick to pause and try to take a flick
Casio watch I'm old school swea that bih don't tock or tick
Glock on me like I was born wit it
Sold ya soul again
Wit a grin
I can't fold or bend
This real nigga blend
Set my tray but befo I eat, make sure my niggas good
When I'm gone I hope y'all see that I gave errthing it took
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Writer(s): Jason Garrett
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