Lil Durk – Competition (feat. Lil Reese) Lyrics

Competition

Lil Durk (feat. Lil Reese)

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"Competition." - Lil Durk (feat. Lil Reese)

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:24 pm

Album: Signed to the Streets

Track No: 02

Bueller
I've come to a realization
Ls, rrah (Bueller)
My only competition
Free the guys from Lamron
Is when **** just don't use a DJ (Ls)
Bandcamp
Shout out to my competition
These shots to my opposition
'Cause if it come to these streets
This shit real, my block we winnin' (Ls, let's get it)
This shit real, my block we in it
I gots to spin, no DJ
BrickSquad K, I tweet the shit, the label say don't leak the shit (Fuck 'em)
Lawyer money, got the shit, I catch a opp, I beat the shit (Durk)
BrickSquad K, I tweet the shit, the label say don't leak the shit (Fuck 'em)
Lawyer money, got the shit, I catch a opp, I beat the shit (Rrah)
Catch Lil Jay, I heat his face, my lil' ****'ll meet with them
Lil Duck, he can't duck this clip, Wuga World K 'cause they fuck with them, let's get it
Thirty shots, we the murder block, got chopper shells for a lot of opps (FNs)
Off parole, I'm on a lot of shots, no Fredo, bitch, I'm in a lot of cuts (Let's get it)
I do hits when I'm sober, tryna drop 30 and Motor (Rrah)
Tell Reese Money to roll up, even my judge know I'm poled up
**** workin' sides with the police (Let's get it)
Can't catch a ****, then we on his OG (Ls)
Bitch, I been that **** since '03
Free Five, free Law, R.I.P. Odee (Ls)
OTF, 300 (Let's get it)
Go and tell them fuck **** get money
OTF, 300
Go and tell them fuck **** get money, let's get it
Shout out to my competition
These shots to my opposition
This shit real, my block we winnin'
This shit real, my block we in it (Gangsta Grillz)
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
Shout out to my competition
I mean, there's no competition
Look up, man, I know we winnin'
Haters mad 'cause they ain't in it
We tote thirties, we love sinnin', fucked all these hoes, man, we hit plenty
Don't talk about money 'cause I done made plenty, now shout out to my competition
You say you on that, you better have that with you, shooters on deck that'll kill that issue
Actin' like you with it, that's the quickest way to get you, fifteen hundred on a belt like it ain't a big issue
We the same **** in the same hood
Got real **** with me, plus we official
And we shootin' shit, and we ain't tryna miss you
This a message to the opps, miss me with the dissin'
Fucked his bitch, now he sneak dissing
Pull up with the windows tinted
So the haters really can't see who in it
300
Shout out to my competition
These shots to my opposition
This shit real, my block we winnin'
This shit real, my block we in it
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
Free the real savages

Writer(s): Paris Bueller, Lil Reese, Lil Durk.

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