No Competition lyrics

[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 n*ggas, I never compete with my n*ggas (Beep)
I never compete with my n*ggas, I'm always gon' eat with my n*ggas
I never compete with my n*ggas, I never compete with my n*ggas
I never compete with my n*ggas, I'm always gon' eat with my n*ggas (Beep, yeah)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
n*ggas spending paper on these b*tches like it's competition
'Fore I was a rich n*gga, 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 n*ggas bosses in the camp, it ain't no lil' boys
All my n*ggas'll drill somethin'
All my n*ggas'll— shh somethin'
You can't eat off my table, lil' n*gga, you ain't no real one
You ain't got no money, n*gga, that's your fault, go and get you some
I lead by example
I was down bad f*cked up, for example
Jumped in an Enterprise rental, went to Atlanta
Met a n*gga 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 n*ggas, I never compete with my n*ggas (Beep)
I never compete with my n*ggas, I'm always gon' eat with my n*ggas
I never compete with my n*ggas, I never compete with my n*ggas
I never compete with my n*ggas, I'm always gon' eat with my n*ggas (Beep, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Everybody rich (Rich), ain't no competition (Nah)
Everybody b*tch (b*tch), sl*t her, then we switchin' (Yeah)
Everybody lit (Lit)
Looking like a whole bunch of n*ggas selling bricks
This 'bout real as it gets (Ha)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
It's so many guns in this b*tch, 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 n*ggas
I know my position (What's that?), never tell on a n*gga (Ever)
I just pray that FN never fail on a n*gga (On God)
I can send a contract or a bale to a n*gga
You go before that judge, they try to rail them a n*gga (Damn)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I never compete with my n*ggas, I never compete with my n*ggas (Beep)
I never compete with my n*ggas, I'm always gon' eat with my n*ggas
I never compete with my n*ggas, I never compete with my n*ggas
I never compete with my n*ggas, I'm always gon' eat with my n*ggas (Beep, yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Everybody rich (Rich), ain't no competition (Nah)
Everybody b*tch (b*tch), sl*t her, then we switchin' (Yeah)
Everybody lit (Lit)
Looking like a whole bunch of n*ggas 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 (pus*y)
I got plenty opps, ain't trusting sh*t, I'll probably blow y'all (Baow)
Thumb through that paper 'cause that's the type of sh*t I'm used to (Frrt)
I'm tryna spin that pus*y block 'til I knock him out his Fubu (Skrrt, baow, baow, baow)
That's the way I do you, when you turn b*tch, I don't salute you (pus*y n*gga)
Once you play foul with your dog, I swear, I can't recruit you (Heavy Camp)
Heavy Camp sh*t, we still steppin' on sh*t, we still take 'em down (Gang)
I ain't tryna compete with no n*gga unless we bustin' rounds
Stand to myself, lot of these n*ggas fake, I don't want them pussies around
I ain't looking for loyalty in none of these n*ggas 'cause he in lost and found

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I never compete with my n*ggas, I never compete with my n*ggas (Beep)
I never compete with my n*ggas, I'm always gon' eat with my n*ggas
I never compete with my n*ggas, I never compete with my n*ggas
I never compete with my n*ggas, I'm always gon' eat with my n*ggas (Beep, yeah)
[Outro: Yo Gotti]
I got lawyers on retainer
Riding with that Drac' like I ain't famous
You riding with it too, sh*t, I don't blame you
We too close to these streets, this sh*t dangerous