FBG - No Competition lyrics

[Verse 1: Skoop Gangbaby Centos] I'm pushing these zips, I'm pushing these bricks I make that sh** flip, This forty on me so i never slip I'm f**ing your b**h, She loving my dick She loving my chain, She loving my wrist Look at my wrist, Some icy sh** These hundreds on me, Don't buy a b**h sh** My n***as insane, They keep the [?] You play with the gang, You get yo a** [?] There's no competition, So stay in your lane You run up on me, Than squeeze out your brains You say you got bands, Well n***a come show me T Haish in the cut, He rolling up dodi Got liquor and lean, I'm moving real slowly You not on your block, Cuz i be up on [?] ? you at, My n***as they strapped These hollows they come and they Hit in his hat They make your sh** splat, I'm back to the trap I'm bagging the sack and I'm cooking the crack And I'm hitting these juggs, I'm hitting these licks I'm trying to get rich, So f** a b**h You is a stain, I'm taking yo sh** Where is yo bands, I'm running yo sh** [Chorus: Wonnie Dang] No competition, n***as is no competition Motherf** the Opposition, b**h my possie winning b**h if i see it and want it i send my guys out to get it Its no competition Motherf** the opposition, My n***as they winning f** n***a Its no competition All the f** i gotta do is holler gang out, and them n***as tripping [Verse 2: Tre] Finesse and the pack head, Its straight to the trap With the plug on my lawn trying to get his sh** back You see competition, Ain't no competition We winning my n***a, Go check out the stat I'm high as a kite, and i'm gripping my pipe You come at me wrong, and you losing your life I'm creaming yo b**h, and i'm getting it right I'm deep in the p**y, i'm banging her lights These n***as some hoes, and you don't want no smoke I catch one of ya'll, and i'm drilling no joke You think its a game, f** around and get poke He was laughing at first, But now he [?] Headband in my blunt, 36 in my gun Your Jays on my feet, With bands on my thumb That b**h yeah she with me, I'm sipping on mud She want me to f**, That loud got me stuck You looking for me, You know where i am I'm cooling on 21st in fazo land Cool rolling on mollies, might catch em a body, money got the 40 squeeze toting the shotty I'm k**ing these n***as, ain't k**ing this beef Don't make me get low in your bushes and creep Make you feel this heat, knock you off your feet Pull up to your crib, leave a murder scene [Chorus: Wonnie Dang] No competition, n***as is no competition Motherf** the Opposition, b**h my possie winning b**h if i see it and want it i send my guys out to get it Its no competition Motherf** the opposition, My n***as they winning f** n***a Its no competition All the f** i gotta do is holler gang out, and them n***as tripping [Verse 3: Wonnie Dang] My n***a i'm tripping Seen that goofy n***a flexing with too many packs and the stacks Now i'm loading extensions He got something that i want, so i got's to go out to get it Now i'm on a mission My tre the driver and me skoop the squeeze out the front door [?] My n***as we k**ing If he hesitate to give up everything, Than [?] They gon'[?] Me and the gang in the game and we like the Bulls in 96' so you know that we winning That b**h on my hip bout' the business My favorite team player on mamma She Jordan I'm pippin Whenever i'm up and than shoot me a three ain't no D [?] They rocking with me n***a f** it, any p**y boy can get it [?] That's just straight up how i'm feeling, Letting it blow if I lift it Ya'll n***as is b**hes Playing like you about that life, No that ain't the life you living My n***a you tripping Your a** ain't really off the court, Cuz you ain't got the mission You n***as ridiculous Don't bring yo a** by that water, If you ain't ready to jump in it Its no competition