Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
OTM
OTM
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayce Dempsey
Jayce Dempsey
Lyrics
Gregory Archie
Gregory Archie
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Verse2Beats
Verse2Beats
Producer

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 **** 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
**** winning, I can't settle for no runner-up
Off the Muscle at her party, she in love with us
I got a blower ****, don't be on no funny stuff
Strapped up like a **** finna bungee jump
'Cause not a lotta **** make it where I'm coming from
That **** looking drunk as fuck throwing upper cuts
That **** shoulda took the sign when he dropped the blunt
Boxer **** 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 **** only had a couple bucks
Too tough, really worth a mill, so I'm tooled up
Had to put the hammer on his noggin, **** screwed up
Who what? Don't care, bitch, I'm tryna move up
One **** blew it, and he got his whole group touched
True shit had his main bitch like, "Who this?" 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 hitchhiker
Neutralizing **** homies like the Equalizer
Tenth wood in the stu', I can't get no higher
Custom kicks on my feet, you cannot buy 'em
**** speaking on that mission, told him keep quiet
Big **** with a beard, man, I hate Vikings
**** always tryna pop it with them... man
Off the muscle for the win, I told coach, "Put me in"
**** 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 **** 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 **** soul, show me what the business is
**** say they shooting poles but hanging with the witnesses
My last bitch, I fucked it up, these **** finna run from something
Buckle and shut it up, Off The Muscle coming up
We on ****, bet it up, too cold to be a buster ****
Pressure I ain't gon' let up, on God **** fed up
These weak **** 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
****, I ain't seeing no competition
You in the field bro, but you ain't playing my position
Written by: Corey Dennis, Gregory Archie, Jayce Dempsey
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