Competition lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk & DJ Drama]
(Gangsta)
(Bueller)
I've come to a realization (Bandcamp)
Ls, rrah (Bueller)
My only competition (Free the guys from Lamron)
Is when n*ggas just don't use a DJ (Ls)
(Bandcamp)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk & DJ Drama]
Shout out to my competition
These shots to my opposition ('Cause if it come to these streets)
This sh*t real, my block we winnin' (Ls, let's get it)
This sh*t real, my block we in it (I gots to spin, no DJ)
BrickSquad K, I tweet the sh*t
The label say don't leak the sh*t (f*ck 'em)
Lawyer money, got the sh*t
I catch a opp, I beat the sh*t (Durk)
BrickSquad K, I tweet the sh*t
The label say don't leak the sh*t (f*ck 'em)
Lawyer money, got the sh*t
I catch a opp, I beat the sh*t (Rrah)
Catch Lil Jay, I heat his face
My lil' n*ggas'll meet with them
Lil Duck, he can't duck this clip
Wuga World K 'cause they f*ck with them, let's get it
Thirty shots, we the murder block
Got chopper shells for a lot of opps (FNs)
Off parole, I'm on a lot of shots
No Fredo, b*tch, I'm in a lot of cuts (Let's get it)
I do hits when I'm sober
Tryna drop 30 and Motor (Rrah)
Tell Reese Money to roll up
Even my judge know I'm poled up
n*ggas workin' sides with the police (Let's get it)
Can't catch a n*gga, then we on his OG (Ls)
b*tch, I been that n*gga since '03
Free Five, free Law, R.I.P. Odee (Ls)
OTF, 300 (Let's get it)
Go and tell them f*ck n*ggas get money
OTF, 300
Go and tell them f*ck n*ggas get money, let's get it
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Shout out to my competition
These shots to my opposition
This sh*t real my block we winnin'
This sh*t real my block we in it (Gangsta Grillz)
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Shout out to my competition (Shout out to my competition)
I mean, there's no competition (I mean, there's no competition)
Look up, man, I know we winnin' (Look up, man, I know we winnin')
Haters mad 'cause they ain't in it (Haters mad 'cause they ain't in it)
We tote thirties, we love sinnin'
f*cked all these hoes, man, we hit plenty
Don't talk about money 'cause I done made plenty
Now shout out to my competition
You say you on that, you better have that with you
Shooters on deck that'll kill that issue
Actin' like you with it, that's the quickest way to get you
Fifteen hundred on a belt like it ain't a big issue
We same n*ggas in the same hood
Got real n*ggas with me, plus we official
And we shootin' sh*t and we ain't tryna miss you
This a message to the opps, miss me with the dissin'
f*cked his b*tch, now he sneak dissing
Pull up with the windows tinted
So the haters really can't see who in it, 300
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Shout out to my competition
These shots to my opposition
This sh*t real my block we winnin'
This sh*t real my block we in it
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Free the real savages