CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bompetition
I fuck-I, I fuck with Foreign Teck
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
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 ratchet 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 can't get nothin' from me, then don't fuck with me
You can't get nothin' from us, then don't fuck with my gang
Bangin' G-Shine, yeah, that's what I bang
Just like some wet clothes, I need 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, vool, that's yo' ho? Know how we leave a nigga
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
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
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
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 ratchet 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 can't get nothin' from me, then don't fuck with me
You can't get nothin' from us, then don't fuck with my gang
Bangin' G-Shine, yeah, that's what I bang
Just like some wet clothes, I need 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, vool, that's yo' ho? Know how we leave a nigga
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
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
