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realstar & greez trilla - can’t compete lyrics

[chorus: realstar]
see him hit that n+gga with the whip
take a pill every hour n+gga i trip
yeah, n+gga i love talking sh+t
cause a b+tch ass n+gga ain’t gone do sh+t bout it
young rich n+gga in a million dollar fit
blood ass n+gga, but i still hang with crips
i’m joking, i don’t rep nothing i’m ebk
big ass k gone hit you in the face
gotta bazooka, n+gga blow up your place
send a n+gga floating like he in sp+ce
k!ll a n+gga and do the race
yeah, n+gga i know i’d beat that case
if we see the cops, yeah, we speed up, yeah, i ain’t hitting no brakes

[verse 1: realstar]
lean, got my body moving slower
see him, run that b+tch ass n+gga over
floating, like i got hit with a leaf blower
see a opp thot, yeah, i smoke her
i ain’t playing no games
n+gga i ain’t playing no poker
yeah, see your b+tch i f+ck her in thе range rover
choppa loud as f+ck like a lawnmowеr
ice all on my b+tch, yeah, i froze her
[verse 2: greez trilla]
diamonds on my chain, yeah, my neck look like a roller coaster
he was talking crazy, then his name got put up on a poster
chatting on my gang, then you get lit up by a toaster

[verse 3: greez trilla]
mayhem team ain’t messing with no fakes
we hop up out the car, then we shoot you in the face
bullets flying, man you really couldn’t match the pace

- realstar greez trilla lyrics

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