no COMPETiTiON

Aye, check this out

Yay, yay, yay, yay

(Yay, yay, yay, yay)

Aye, this shit gon' keep gettin' bigger and bigger

And these **** gon' keep gettin' mad

Tay Keith, fuck these **** up

These **** hatin', they gossip and envy me

But in they pockets they don't have a penny (They broke)

Run up on me, you get put out your misery

I really honor the second amendment

Come get your ho 'cause she just blew a kiss at me

And she keep beggin' to come home with me (Come get her)

She keep on talkin' 'bout what she gon' do to me

I told her prove it bitch, come on with it

All out in Vegas, I'm rockin' the latest

Wrist hangin' out the window of Mercedes (Ice)

Rockin' gold like a dope boy in the 80's

Bedazzle my bracelet, don't do nothin' basic

I'm the new wave and these **** outdated

(I'm the new wave)

Keep me some cake, every day my belated (Let's get it)

All at my shows snappin' up with the ladies

And they keep on talkin' 'bout havin' my babies

Hold on, hold on

You doin' too much man, you trippin'

What you doin'?

Mmm

Skinny pimp, I'm lookin' for the chewin', yup

Me and broke **** not congruent, nope (Nah)

Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a viewin' (We fresh)

Diamonds ice skatin' like I played for the Bruins, mmm

(Like the hockey team)

Look at all this money I'm accruin', yup (Take a look)

Ballin' in New York, Pat Ewing (Oh)

Flyer than a butterfly

I'm committed, I ain't fuckin with them other guys

Love my **** like my brothers on my mother's side (Love my ****)

Fuck a **** if he fuckin' with the other side (Fuck a ****)

Give a fuck 'bout your feelin's, I don't sympathize (Nope)

Ridin' with a snow bunny, not the Energizer

Cute face, slim waist with some bigger thighs (Ooh)

Broke hoes, I'd never put my dick inside (Oh, no)

Nah

I'm a big dog, big rings on my paws (Grrr)

Top grade stones and they come with no flaws

Balenciaga tennis and Balenciaga draws (Drip)

Hoes on my dick like my last name Claus (Like Santa)

Been a lil' minute since I've been to the ball (Been a long time)

This shit that I'm rockin', you can't find it at all (Can't find it)

Wanna go against me, better make the right call

(Tay Keith, fuck these **** up)

Never loafin' bitch, I keep my eyes on the ball (No)

Ooh, I see the plot before they make a move

Air your block out if I get in that mood

You not a real one, you got the streets fooled

You not my ****, we just went to school

****, we with it if you wanna feud

You want the smoke, we got premium fuel

Pretty lil' bitty, keep sendin' me nudes

She love the way my pockets be true

Prey on these **** and pray to the Bible

Nobody taught me the art of survival

Ain't got no love for a opp or a rival

My **** shot on me, should never have tried 'em

Killin' these **** and bitches with silence

You pillow talkin' to women in private

Jus' wanna talk but I want your vagina

She keep my dick covered in her saliva

My bitch stay mad at me, she say I'm arrogant

Ain't gotta say I'm the shit, it's apparent

Draped in designer but these look like hand-me-downs

They be like, "Boy, what in the fuck is you wearin'?"

Before the deal, I bought me a Charger

2019, I might get a McLaren (Skrrt)

Back in the day I was rockin' in starter

Now I'm in Gucci while runnin' my errands

You talk about shit you ain't did (You ain't did)

You should be workin' at Lids

He threw a rock and he hit

It's the type of shit that I forbid (Forbid)

I've been travelin' all over the grid (Grid)

I might get me a flight to Madrid (Madrid)

Free my **** doin' the bid (The bid)

Forgive all the shit that they did

Poppin' my shit and I know they gon' quote it

So put together they think that I wrote it

Tryna decide on a Patek or Roley

Covered in water, might need me a floatie

Bitin' my swag but they thought I wouldn't notice

They wanna kick it but I'm not a goalie

Most of these **** be rogus and bogus

Tinted my windows like I was the police

Make sure it's facts when you get to speakin'

Thumbin' through racks, this shit so intriguin'

Fuck **** hate, they see me succeedin'

Fire up my blunt 'fore I walk in the meetin'

Hustin' back, these **** recedin'

Pockets get fat, what the hell they've been eatin'?

Won't cut 'em slack but these **** need it

I already won, ain't no need for competin'