Paris Bueller - No Competition lyrics

Baldy pack, Moski pack Tayski pack, Lil Rob pack Wake up ate a bowl of Trixx While I was blowing on D Thang Riding down to Steve Drive Think I'm finna Odee Took a trip to LA While Keta, man she throat me Mask up n***a, gun go click clack f** P Street I ain't with the chit chat BDK I'm with that Hollow tips yeah they'll knock off the fitted cap Drop his a** yeah like a new single Get it cracking in this b**h like a LEMO Can't trust a b**h, b**h doing dinos Man this rap sh** boy bigger than Nino Married to the money, yeah b**h ? You ain't with the sh** boy, you irrelevant Toting sh** that'll knock down an elephant Smoke dope, sipping lean that's my medicine Been drilling 10 years, I'm a veteran Most you rappers, yeah know I'm better than I'm a loose screw, f** a savage I'll get a n***a yeah whacked for that cabbage Say 51st ain't got no money? That's like saying n***a I ain't Young Money Mask up, young n***as on dummy Catch you in broad day leave him like J-Money Shots fired, n***a yeah man down Flee the scene, n***as don't stick around Get caught, n***a don't make a sound n***as put up, yeah when them bodies hit the ground n***as mad cause I'm finna take off Balling hard, n***a like a play off Act hard but I know they soft Snitching-a** n***as, I ain't cut from that cloth Bullets hot, boy, ask Rondo Shots fired, n***a, no convo Do 'em like Jake did Alonzo Hit four n***as, that'll be a combo Rest in peace my brother Shondale 300K, n***a, die Ls Heard of young n***a, yeah out of jail Try to get me, tell 'em "Mission failed" My name can't wait, n***a where the scale? Lil Marc, ding ding, ring bells Free Twilla, free Woo, free Kellz CPDK, n***a, f** 12 On the block, n***a like it ain't sh** Hollow tips n***a all in my clip Thotiana, n***a all on my dick And my n***as doing drills, you could ask 46 n***as talking about little Fathead That right there leave cats dead Run up on a n***a, hit him in the head Man down, man down, n***a Code Red Swear to God These n***as Fufu gang Don't make me call my n***as Tutu Gang, they hang with me Best believe bro and 'em Got nice aim Put your a** on a T-shirt n***a fame Man up, band up, no MUBU gang f** n***a sneak dissing, they ain't in my lane Flow dope n***a, yeah like c**aine k**a Kellz, D-Block, he insane Let these n***as know they ain't ready 50-shot, n***a, yeah it aim steady Leave the whole city look like spaghetti My team n***a, yeah we ready I be rolling on you n***a like a Charlie boy Catch a n***a, yeah if he repping Folly boy Pop his a** real quick like a Molly boy All my young n***as down to catch a body, boy 50-Strong, yeah, you know I f** with folk Got a bag then you get poked Yell "Die Y", you get smoked Yell "Die Y", you get smoked