Eat Up The Competition

(Dmac on the fuckin' track)

Chasin' that money from Sunday to Sunday
We came up takin' (Let’s go)
I stay with that Glock and
It ain’t got no safety
I done flooded the block,  in the hood
Got it blazin'
Got a K pack of Roxie’s, you that we race 'em
Gone of these drugs, I’m back and forth
Pacin' ain’t paid my taxes, I bought a Patek
The way that I act, they think that I’m crazy
Ain’t no cap, bitch
I run with some niggas that stay with
The shit and you we with it
Give a fuck what you think
I got plenty Benji’s
You can’t fuck my brain, I got plenty bitches
Nigga speak on my name
We ain’t playin' no games
When we pull up, pop out, we gon' all spit
(Brrd) put them rocks in my mouth
That’s that raw dental
Once I start this shit off
They gon' all finish
Bitch, I walk in the stoe'
Ten thousand on Jordan
Bitch, I’m covered in fashion
I put on Saint Laurent
Bitch, you act like you broke
I ain’t wit' whatchu' doin'
Hit my youngin' to blow if you
Say you wan' do it
It ain’t no cap inside my domain, not at all
(Not at all) put no trust up in y’all (yeah)
Fuck how you feelin', forever, I ball
(Forever, I ball, fuck ya)