[Talking:]

It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape done

He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the Bahamas

Bahamas? Nigga, we got work to do

We gotta finish killin' the fuckin' competition

We can start the funeral service



First off I wanna send my condolences

First off I wanna send my condolences

First off I wanna send my condolences

Rest in peace to the competition, yeah



Rest in peace to the competition

What's up, Drama? Y'all know what this is right?



Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz

Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz

Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz

Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da



I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com

And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama

I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com

And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama



Must be some confusion, you niggas are not me

I am an illusion, really what you cannot see

So picture me like a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C

We don't play when we roll, no Yahtzee

And I hate you niggas, no Nazi



But this the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah

Ike Turner take that bitch slaps in the ride

My shorty tellin' me, kill the competition boo

And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2, nice



There Is No Competition 2

It's good to wake up look in the mirror

And the only competition's you



And even that nigga ain't seein' me

My reflection have a hard time bein' me

So they tryna do me shit, it's time to dead it

I'm what ya don't do even if Simon said it



I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's credit

And my watch is sick but I have no time for medics

Black ice in the Ottomar, this is custom order bra

First I call the jeweler up, then I call the coroner



My car is foreigner, my bitch is from Florida

I killed the pussy last night so now her man is mournin' her



Good mornin', sir, I goodnight, niggas

Y'all on death row, I Suge Knight, niggas

Time to depart, I book flights, nigga

Wassup son? What it look like, nigga?



Black dress, black suits, black shades, black boots

Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, black flutes

Black card, black jewels, black party bag

Black Friday, throw it in a body bag



Black Barbie, that's what I call my black braud

African plug, that's what I call a black chord

Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the black keys

Gettin' slick'll get ya holes in ya black tees



Black limos, black town cars, black hearses

Black register books signed in black cursive

Black tears, white tissues outta black purses

That's procedure when I'm sendin' back verses



The wake, it's the wake right here

Come before the funeral, nigga

They call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral

I'm killing these niggas



And I'm the undertaker, Drama

With the body in the bag

All these niggas is dead

You look around, they're all dead



This will be fun, it's tree fam nigga, affiliates, nice