Текст песни Compete - Rooga

Compete

Yo' homie died and you cried, bitch slide\nAnd them boys ain’t hidin', they always outside\nNigga play wit' mine, a nigga won’t play wit' one of mine\nGot ten guns in the house, and I stay wit' one of mine\nBut I ain’t gotta do shit, I just press a button\nFoenem ain’t for nothin', them boys always up to somethin'\nWe hit yo' block up wit' drums like what’s with the assumptions?\nLaser on the gun just in case they get to runnin'\nTrav' got great precision, he fuck around and stop an engine\nWe couldn’t wait to catch that nigga, you know you a shitbag pendin'\nAin’t no driveby’s, we do walk ups, we make sure it’s finished\nI put 100k on yo' head and do it\nI know 15 of yo' niggas, ten gangsta, the other five hoes\nI could give a fuck about who know me, the other side know\nThey ain’t wanna' let us in, I snuck through the side door\nFo' just gave 'em ten, fuck it, we gon' give 'em five more\nI call lil' fo' GPS the way he find lo’s\nThe way he pop up out the cut, you’d think a line rose\nCouple my niggas died, but they died Moes\nAnd yeah, a couple they niggas slid, but they tried though\nI was the one on punishment, you couldn’t play with me\nWe come through with blowers like we rakin' leaves from A to Z\nThen spray and leave, yeah, we make niggas lay in peace\nMy gun should go half on the rent 'cause this bitch stay wit' me\nFree my nigga Babbo, he mister run up on yo' car though\nWho done died? The Hell if I know\nThey wanna know, told 'em God knows\nNiggas get in jams and hit high notes\nYou ain’t got yo' gun, I got mine though\nHe say he a hunnid', well give 'im nine more\nI keep it like G like Giordano’s\nI can’t lie though, you make a right though, I make a left\nBroke in ya' trap, that’s Klay and Steph\nThen I pop out like right in the flesh\nFantasy Drive, you know the rest\nThem choppas get utilized, you can get crucified, nigga we unified, you a lie\nFoenem pulled up wit' a Uber sign, and they pullin' up like the Uber ride,\nyou’ll die\nLook at me, who am I? Lookin' like God, well fuck it, I guess it’s Rooga time\nWe hit 'em so many times they couldn’t identify 'em, I hate to signify 'em\nThey got me in go mode, I smoke gas like Golo, I be dolo\nBitch, I’m hot as cocoa, I ball so much I might just go pro\nI don’t know, but someone did it, he got left by someone fishin'\nThat was fishy, got 'im since he really think he wit' it\nBut he ain’t, what the fuck buddy think, I ain’t go no rank\nI hate to waste a nigga like a cup of drank\nHow the fuck you from the city but runnin' from the city?\nWe got three drums and they switches, that’s 150\nTo keep it real, ain’t none of these rappers really fuckin' wit' me\nAnd that’s word to merch, we run the city