Yo Gotti - No Competition (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yo Gotti - No Competition (en) Lyrics
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I never compete with my niggas, I never
compete with my niggas (Beep)
I never compete with my niggas, I'm
always gon' eat with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas,
I never compete with my niggas
I never compete with my niggas,
I'm always gon' eat with
my niggas (Beep, yeah)
Niggas spending paper on these
bitches like it's competition
'Fore I was a rich nigga, all I
knew was stoves and kitchеns
Shorty got the bag with the big
B, that's a brick for it
Shorty got the AP on hеr wrist,
it ain't the lil' boy
All my niggas bosses in the camp,
it ain't no lil' boys
All my niggas'll drill somethin'
All my niggas'll— shh somethin'
You can't eat off my table, lil'
nigga, you ain't no real one
You ain't got no money, nigga, that's
your fault, go and get you some
I lead by example
I was down bad fucked up, for example
Jumped in an Enterprise rental,
went to Atlanta
Met a nigga with a hundred 'bows
and clamp 'em (Give me that)
Remember me?
Ridin' in a Chevy (Chevy),
now I'm in a Phantom
Front row of the awards (Grammys)
and I got the hammer
Lil' bro smoking out the grammies,
he ain't got no manners
But he got some money and he
taking care of his family
Everybody rich (Rich), ain't
no competition (Nah)
Everybody bitch (Bitch), slut her,
then we switchin' (Yeah)
Everybody lit (Lit)
Looking like a whole bunch
of niggas selling bricks
This 'bout real as it gets (Ha)
It's so many guns in this bitch,
it's like a competition
Call it repetition
I'm good with the numbers on the
scale, I'm a mathematician
I'm going to the bank or to
the jail with my niggas
I know my position (What's that?),
never tell on a nigga (Ever)
I just pray that FN never
fail on a nigga (On God)
I can send a contract
or a bale to a nigga
You go before that judge, they try
to rail them a nigga (Damn)
Everybody 'round my looking like
Franklin on Snowfall (Gang)
I sold plenty blocks, I put my racks
off in the Goyard (Gang)
Don't try to cop no work from me if you
know I don't know y'all (Pussy)
I got plenty opps, ain't trusting shit,
I'll probably blow y'all (Baow)
Thumb through that paper 'cause
that's the type of
shit I'm used to (Frrt)
I'm tryna spin that pussy block
'til I knock him out his Fubu
(Skrrt, baow, baow, baow)
That's the way I do you, when
you turn bitch, I don't
salute you (Pussy nigga)
Once you play foul with your
dog, I swear, I can't
recruit you (Heavy Camp)
Heavy Camp shit, we still
steppin' on shit, we still
take 'em down (Gang)
I ain't tryna compete with no nigga
unless we bustin' rounds
Stand to myself, lot of these
niggas fake, I don't
want them pussies around
I ain't looking for loyalty
in none of these niggas 'cause
he in lost and found
I got lawyers on retainer
Riding with that Drac'
like I ain't famous
You riding with it too, shit,
I don't blame you
We too close to these streets,
this shit dangerous
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