Lil Marc – No Competition lyrics

Baldy pack, Moski pack
Tayski pack, Lil Rob pack
Wake up ate a bowl of Trixx
While I was blowing on D Thang
Riding down to Steve Drive
Think I’m finna Odee
Took a trip to LA
While Keta, man she throat me
Mask up n***a, gun go click clack
f** P Street I ain’t with the chit chat
BDK I’m with that
Hollow tips yeah they’ll knock off the fitted cap
Drop his a** yeah like a new single
Get it cracking in this b**h like a LEMO
Can’t trust a b**h, b**h doing dinos
Man this rap sh** boy bigger than Nino
Married to the money, yeah b**h ?
You ain’t with the sh** boy, you irrelevant
Toting sh** that’ll knock down an elephant
Smoke dope, sipping lean that’s my medicine
Been drilling 10 years, I’m a veteran
Most you rappers, yeah know I’m better than
I’m a loose screw, f** a savage
I’ll get a n***a yeah whacked for that cabbage
Say 51st ain’t got no money?
That’s like saying n***a I ain’t Young Money
Mask up, young n***as on dummy
Catch you in broad day leave him like J-Money
Shots fired, n***a yeah man down
Flee the scene, n***as don’t stick around
Get caught, n***a don’t make a sound
n***as put up, yeah when them bodies hit the ground
n***as mad cause I’m finna take off
Balling hard, n***a like a play off
Act hard but I know they soft
Snitching-a** n***as, I ain’t cut from that cloth
Bullets hot, boy, ask Rondo
Shots fired, n***a, no convo
Do ’em like Jake did Alonzo
Hit four n***as, that’ll be a combo
Rest in peace my brother Shondale
300K, n***a, die Ls
Heard of young n***a, yeah out of jail
Try to get me, tell ’em “Mission failed”
My name can’t wait, n***a where the scale?
Lil Marc, ding ding, ring bells
Free Twilla, free Woo, free Kellz
CPDK, n***a, f** 12
On the block, n***a like it ain’t sh**
Hollow tips n***a all in my clip
Thotiana, n***a all on my dick
And my n***as doing drills, you could ask 46
n***as talking about little Fathead
That right there leave cats dead
Run up on a n***a, hit him in the head
Man down, man down, n***a Code Red
Swear to God
These n***as Fufu gang
Don’t make me call my n***as
Tutu Gang, they hang with me
Best believe bro and ’em
Got nice aim
Put your a** on a T-shirt
n***a fame
Man up, band up, no MUBU gang
f** n***a sneak dissing, they ain’t in my lane
Flow dope n***a, yeah like c**aine
k**a Kellz, D-Block, he insane
Let these n***as know they ain’t ready
50-shot, n***a, yeah it aim steady
Leave the whole city look like spaghetti
My team n***a, yeah we ready
I be rolling on you n***a like a Charlie boy
Catch a n***a, yeah if he repping Folly boy
Pop his a** real quick like a Molly boy
All my young n***as down to catch a body, boy
50-Strong, yeah, you know I f** with folk
Got a bag then you get poked
Yell “Die Y”, you get smoked
Yell “Die Y”, you get smoked

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