Remble - No Competition lyrics

[Verse] I might really want to spray dude But sometimes it's best that you feed the snakes too If you listen to me closely, I could lace you But don't get to talking too much, that's what feds do It's war outside, so I had to throw on the lead-proof What's the odds one of these busters get a headshot? I've seen a Ruger and a Glock make a bed rock I hid the burner and the money in the best spot I'm finna blow these ni**as, worried they'll get left out I needed dough, I thought a safe could be the best route b*tches tryna rape the kid when I was fresh out I used to game the b*tch, but she just throw the neck now I threw the ho in doggy, she said it's the best style Smith & Wesson hollow points 'cause them the best rounds When my ni**as hop out trippin', it's a man down When I hear b*tches say, "It's Remble," it's the best sound Stinc team, dumbass, go 'head and hate now I seen him at me eight times and he got eight rounds Bake a cake for him, hit him with a fake smile He in the lake swimming somewhere with his face down Do these ni**as insist they wanna stay out? My ni**as in the pen wishing they could break out I watched a ni**a catch a body his first day out I puppet master situations, watch 'em play out All that money he was flexin' in my pocket, ni**a, stop it, ni**a Ridin' with my rocket, I don't think you want to pop it to 'em Got a blower and some mops, but he don't never pop it at 'em Grab the poke, I'm finna stab 'em Blitz 'em, now let's play some Madden New additions to them boys, now let's make subtractions I'm not really like them other boys because I'm never lackin' I'll pull out them choppas on them boys, I never ride without 'em With the static, really pull up trippin', holdin' automatics It's Remble walkin' down the street with heat, he finna pop it If you pop it, leave you in the street leakin' on the concrete If it's real, murder down and go and catch a body I've been traumatized ever since I went and caught a nine Laced up my Ballys, grab my glizzy, then hit Cinnabon Seen a buster up in Target and I made him give it up These ni**as say they sendin' shots, but they ain't really sending nothing ni**as call me cuzzo every day and we ain't even cousins b*tch tell me she love me every day and we ain't even fu*kin' A lot of ni**as callin' me big bro, but they don't know my mother Pull up with that look up on my face and make a ni**a stutter Like no other, really in the function strippin' every buster EA Sports, it's in the game, but I ain't playin', ni**a This for all them ni**as that was snitchin', always playing victim When I see you out in traffic, I ain't playin' with you I felt myself outside my body when I sprayed the pistol It's Remble