No Competition Freestyle OTM

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Keep it real, I ain't seeing no competition
You in the field bro but you ain't playing my position
Got some M's now bitches out here acting different
Any nigga tryna step, then I'm gladly trippin
Spent the night with a blower makin bad decisions
We gave that man a whole warning but he never listened
Had to do him so sick, what a tragic ending
Drop a awful lotta hundreds, bitch I'm barely spending
Ain't no chillin til' I'm fucking off a hundred plus
Niggas winning, I can't settle for no runner up
Off the Muscle at her party, she in love with us
I got a blower nigga, don’t be on no funny stuff
Strapped up like a nigga finna bungee jump
Cause' not a lotta niggas makе it where I'm coming from
That nigga looking drunk as fuck throwing upper cuts
That nigga shoulda' took thе sign when he dropped the blunt
Boxer nigga say he wanna fight, can he duck a gun?
Yeah I be outside all night, I don’t fuck with bums
Told that buster this my life, bitch it ain't for fun
If we see you out with that ice you gon tuck it huh?
We gon' bust a bag or what? Add it, count it, sum it up
Play wit' us, he dumb as fuck, he still alive? He lucky huh?
Tried to press me with that knife, I had fuck him up
Remember all them days when niggas only had a couple Bucks
Too tough, really worth a mill so I'm tooled up
Had to put the hammer on his noggin, nigga screwed up
Who what? Don’t care bitch, I'm tryna move up
One nigga blew it and he got his whole group touched
True shit had his main bitch like who dis? I do shit
Got it in the bag cause it’s too big, I snoop shit
Doggy with his bitch on some smooth shit
Handle business, Remble we gon' meet you up at Ruth Chris