Lyrics

Keep it real, I ain't seeing no competition You in the field bro but you ain't playing my position Got some M's now bitches out here acting different Any nigga tryna step, then I'm gladly trippin Spent the night with a blower makin bad decisions We gave that man a whole warning but he never listened Had to do him so sick, what a tragic ending Drop a awful lotta hundreds, bitch I'm barely spending Ain't no chillin til' I'm fucking off a hundred plus Niggas winning, I can't settle for no runner up Off the Muscle at her party, she in love with us I got a blower nigga, don't be on no funny stuff Strapped up like a nigga finna bungee jump Cause' not a lotta niggas make it where I'm coming from That nigga looking drunk as fuck throwing upper cuts That nigga shoulda' took the sign when he dropped the blunt Boxer nigga say he wanna fight, can he duck a gun? Yeah I be outside all night, I don't fuck with bums Told that buster this my life, bitch it ain't for fun If we see you out with that ice you gon tuck it huh? We gon' bust a bag or what? Add it, count it, sum it up Play wit' us, he dumb as fuck, he still alive? He lucky huh? Tried to press me with that knife, I had fuck him up Remember all them days when niggas only had a couple Bucks Too tough, really worth a mill so I'm tooled up Had to put the hammer on his noggin, nigga screwed up Who what? Don't care bitch, I'm tryna move up One nigga blew it and he got his whole group touched True shit had his main bitch like who dis? I do shit Got it in the bag cause it's too big, I snoop shit Doggy with his bitch on some smooth shit Handle business, Remble we gon' meet you up at Ruth Chris He tried to go against the muscle, he's a risk taker Taking rides in his whip but I ain't a hitch hiker Neutralizing niggas homies like the Equalizer Tenth wood in the stu', I can't get no higher Custom kicks on my feet, you cannot buy em' Niggas speaking on that mission, told him keep quiet Big niggas with a beard, man I hate Vikings Niggas always tryna pop it with them, man Off the muscle for the win, I told coach put me in Niggas on my line bout' a bitch, I'm on these dividends But after that I slide through and come be a participant First time linkin, let me hit, she ain't innocent A nigga step wrong, fuck his bitch and that's equivalent She said "That's not me, that's my sister" What the difference is? She tryna take a nigga soul, show me what the business is Niggas say they shooting poles but hanging with the witnesses My last bitch I fucked it up, these niggas finna run from something Buckle and shut it up, Off The Muscle coming up We on nigga, bet it up, too cold to be a buster nigga Pressure I ain't gon' let up, on God niggas fed up These weak niggas makin it, riding round in Bape fits Your baby mama shakin it, you know she can't take dick My House where the training is Your big brother bang, you do not, why you claiming it? Off the muscle shit talker, bitch no mistaking it I ain't seeing no competition You in the field bro but you ain't playing my position Nigga, I ain't seeing no competition You in the field bro but you ain't playing my position
Writer(s): Patrick Chester, Otm Otm Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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