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Travis Scott & SoFaygo

CONTEST

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Hip-Hop/Rap

CONTEST was released on July 13, 2025 by Cactus Jack / Epic as a part of the album JACKBOYS 2

Song Details

AlbumJACKBOYS 2

Release DateJuly 13, 2025

LabelCactus Jack / Epic

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM70

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Travis Scott

Vocals

SoFaygo

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jacques Bermon Webster II

Jacques Bermon Webster II

Songwriter

Andre Dontrel Burt Jr.

Andre Dontrel Burt Jr.

Songwriter

Ronald LaTour, Jr.

Ronald LaTour, Jr.

Songwriter

Blake Jacob

Songwriter

Douglas Ford

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Cardo Got Wings

Cardo Got Wings

Producer

Blake$ale

Producer

prodluke

Producer

Patrick Gardner

Patrick Gardner

Engineer

Jon Tan

Assistant Engineer

Manny Marroquin

Manny Marroquin

Mixing Engineer

Zach Pereyra

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah

Lotta shit on my conscience

Lotta shit on my conscience

Lotta shit on my conscience

[Chorus]

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest (Bitch)

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed (Bitch)

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best (Bitch)

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests (Bitch)

Aye, bitch, I'm courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo' door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified 'cause I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

[Verse 1]

Bitch, I'm antisocial, don't be talkin' (Talkin')

You a target, spin your block and park it (Bah, yeah)

Sippin' all this codeine, don't be coughin' (Ugh)

Move with caution, coroner gon' chalk it (Straight up)

I been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest ('Test)

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed (Impressed)

My lil' fine shit bad as fuck, face, ass pressed (Pressed)

I just paid a million for some shit I gotta test (Skrrt)

Yeah, I know they fiendin' still, but I got the fix

And you know it's never chill when I'm out the mix

We been runnin' lobbies, still floodin' out the pit

Puttin' this shit on, gettin' too real, my bitch takin' pics

I seen ghetto feed inspire stilettos, I'm tryna get my medal

Young Jacques out the Meadow, came up off of riddles

Tryna show my seed some little, epic dad he kin to

All my dogs are winners and they keep a fiddle

[Chorus]

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo' door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

[Bridge]

Woo (Catch)

Let's go, yeah (Catch)

Woo, yeah (Catch)

Yeah, let's go (Catch)

[Verse 2]

Ran up bands, it's not a contest

Couple bags, I ran up a check (Yeah, yeah, skrrt)

That's some shit that you gotta respect (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We don't do the shit that you expect (Yeah)

[Verse 3]

Hop in the 'Rari, then I fuck up the street

Diamonds on fleek and my lil' bitch elite

When we pull up, we gon' make 'em retreat

We 'bout to go animal, 'bout to go beast

Uh, you know they take out the bank, huh

Fuck 'round and pop out a tank, yeah

You know my gas, it be dank, uh

I might just fuck 'round and blank (Whoa)

I don't see nothin' but that pape', I gotta get it up (Yeah)

Told her, "As soon as I land, I need you to eat me up" (Yeah)

In this black truck, you can't see, I got the windows up (Yeah)

Told the driver hit the gas, I almost spilled my cup

[Chorus]

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo' door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

[Chorus]

I've been winnin' all my life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo' door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that bitch yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

[Chorus]

I've been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest

Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed

I don't do no second chances, you can try your best

If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests

I'm sittin' courtside, can hit the ref with a tech

Lambo' door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh

Got your bitch mortified because I left after sex

Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told him catch

Written by: Jacques Bermon Webster II, Andre Burt Jr., Blake Jacob, Douglas Ford, Ronald LaTour, Jr.

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