Bompetition lyrics

[Intro]
I f*ck-I, I f*ck with Foreign Teck

[Chorus]
I leave them [?], writing in a bomposition n*gga
YNW the best, b*tch, we ain't worried about no bompetition n*gga
If you say you really wit' it, n*gga, we gonna pull up wit' the damn extensions, n*gga
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
f*ck 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 n*gga out the pen, he caught a elbow
I'm a spread your f*cking [?] like some velcro
Hit that b*tch one time in the Jeep
Then you switcharoo up in the Nissan
Then you switcharoo her and don't miss it
Talkin 'bout the b*tch?
Uh, had to be sh*t
I am not the same as you, I'm an unknown species
I don't wanna her, heard the pus*y drip, it's feces
And you know these other b*tches drippin' them diseases
And you know the racks inside my pocket and we getting it
Choppa with the di*k, you better get wit' this
Uh, you better not f*ck with us, dont f*ck with us
You better not f*ck with us, don't f*ck with my gang
Bangin' G-Shine, yeah, that's what I bang
Just like some wet clothes, I leave your ass hangin'
Out the f*cking top of your car with your arm hanging out
Blood drippin' on your f*ckin' cigar
We so ratchet, we so ratchet, yeah, they know who we are
YNW don't play wit' us, this sh*t look bizarre
b*tch, I'm really from the jungle, yeah, I'm talkin' bizarre
We don't f*ck with no safari, no safari, n*gga
We got racks inside our pockets, we not sorry, n*gga
Check-mate, leave you at home, just like, "Sorry, n*gga"
I got racks, and she dome, yeah, she geekin' n*gga
Okay, boo, that's yo' ho? Know how we leave a n*gga
[Chorus]
I leave them [?], n*gga
YNW the best, b*tch, we ain't worried about no bompetition n*gga
If you say you really with it, n*gga
We gonna pull up wit' the damn extensions, n*gga
If you say you with it then you down to catch a body, go ahead catch a century wit' us

[Outro]
Okay, whatchu getting, n*gga?
We ain't really from the century
And your main b*tch was just f*ckin', and she suckin' on di*k, she swallow it all, ooh
And you know that a young n*gga pull up and killin sh*t on one call
I can make one call get you wacked
One call get you wacked
Put the di*k 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 b*tches be hatin'
And I'm, just tryna get the cake, ain't needin' the conversation
Ahaha