No Competition

[Intro: Yo Gotti]

Yeah

Yeah

Shh, shh, shh, shh

(GnB)

Frrt, frrt, frrt (Yeah), frrt (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

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)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]

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

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

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)

[Post-Chorus: Yo Gotti]

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)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

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)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

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)

[Post-Chorus: Yo Gotti]

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)

[Verse 3: Black Youngsta]

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

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

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)

[Outro: Yo Gotti]

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