Bompetition

[Intro] I fuck-I, I fuck with Foreign Teck [Chorus] I leave them [?], writing in a bomposition nigga YNW the best, bitch, we ain't worried about no bompetition nigga If you say you really wit' it, nigga, we gonna pull up wit' the damn extensions, nigga If you say you with it then you down to catch a body, go ahead catch a century wit' us [Verse] I got racks now We got bracks now O-M-G we thought we lost, yeah, we back now O-M-G you say we won, get to the racks, ho Is you trippin'? is you trippin'? We gon' back doe, uh Fuck your beef, uh-uh, no we ain't got a back doe, no way With my profit parts, bought [?] racks, though With my private part I whip it on her back, though Free my nigga out the pen, he caught a elbow I'm a spread your fucking [?] like some velcro Hit that bitch one time in the Jeep Then you switcharoo up in the Nissan Then you switcharoo her and don't miss it Talkin 'bout the bitch? Uh, had to be shit I am not the same as you, I'm an unknown species I don't wanna her, heard the pussy drip, it's feces And you know these other bitches drippin' them diseases And you know the racks inside my pocket and we getting it Choppa with the dick, you better get wit' this Uh, you better not fuck with us, dont fuck with us You better not fuck with us, don't fuck with my gang Bangin' G-Shine, yeah, that's what I bang Just like some wet clothes, I leave your ass hangin' Out the fucking top of your car with your arm hanging out Blood drippin' on your fuckin' cigar We so ratchet, we so ratchet, yeah, they know who we are YNW don't play wit' us, this shit look bizarre Bitch, I'm really from the jungle, yeah, I'm talkin' bizarre We don't fuck with no safari, no safari, nigga We got racks inside our pockets, we not sorry, nigga Check-mate, leave you at home, just like, "Sorry, nigga" I got racks, and she dome, yeah, she geekin' nigga Okay, boo, that's yo' ho? Know how we leave a nigga [Chorus] I leave them [?], nigga YNW the best, bitch, we ain't worried about no bompetition nigga If you say you really with it, nigga We gonna pull up wit' the damn extensions, nigga If you say you with it then you down to catch a body, go ahead catch a century wit' us [Outro] Okay, whatchu getting, nigga? We ain't really from the century And your main bitch was just fuckin', and she suckin' on dick, she swallow it all, ooh And you know that a young nigga pull up and killin shit on one call I can make one call get you wacked One call get you wacked Put the dick all on her back, her rib cage be achin' It's Melly and I'm fire in this booth like I was Satan And I'm trying to get the money, but these other bitches be hatin' And I'm, just tryna get the cake, ain't needin' the conversation Ahaha