[Intro: Fabolous]
R.I.P. to the competition
Ugh
Funeral
Yeah
I got 'em
Ugh

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Shout-out to my enemies, shout-out my competitors
Shout out to my mini-me’s—I hope you do better, bruh
Better me, better you—et cetera, et cetera
Shout-out to the followers—I will stay ahead of you
Big up to the haters, big up all you lil' n***as
Bigging y’all up should make you feel a lil' bigger (Bigger)
Big up to the fake n***as from a real n***a
Fake n***as help you recognize the real n***as
Ugh, I’m a Brooklyn n***a anyhow
Closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles
Bitches say we are the best
So mami in my jeans, PRPS
Yeah! Street Fi-di-di-di— Gang
Yeah! At you, like a Twitter name
Same place I see 'em, same place they chalk' em out
We speak Guapanese—come see what we talking 'bout
[Hook: Fabolous]
Holla at your homie, holla at your dog
Looking for the competition? Holla at the morgue
Once I say "Hi" to her, she gon' say "Bye" to you
If looks could kill, then my style might body you
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya
If looks could kill, then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya (Yeah)
If looks could kill, my style might body ya

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Shout-out to the groupies, shout-out to my ex (Ex)
Prolly saying, "Fuck me," so, shout-out to the sex (Haha)
Don’t get mad at me 'cause I’m onto the next (Next)
All of this 'cause I ain't respond to your text? (Huh?)
Big up to you bum bitches in your ten-dollar dresses (I see y'all)
Big up to the big girls—y’all are so precious
Salty bitches try to raise a n***a blood pressure (Damn)
Grown lil' girls, do your mouth get any fresher? Huh?
Bet it ain't fresh as Loso
Monogrammed out, son, 'case you didn’t know so
Flow so deadly, swag too murderous
Known for being "nice"—that don’t mean courteous
This is nothing new, I'm not a beginner (Uh-uh)
I get big checks like the lottery winners
A boy dissing I? Boy, listen, I—
Kindly send him on his way—tell the mortician "Hi" (You better—)
[Hook: Fabolous]
Holla at your homie, holla at your dog
Looking for the competition? Holla at the morgue
Once I say "Hi" to her, she gon' say "Bye" to you
If looks could kill, then my style might body you
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya
If looks could kill, then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya (Yeah)
If looks could kill, my style might body ya

[Outro: Fabolous]
What it look like, n***a?
It's Young Funeral (It's me)
Told y'all n***as I got this (I got this shit, n***a)
There is No Competition 2 (The Funeral Service)
What up, Dram'?
What it look like? (Huh?)
Huh?
What we talking, baby? (What we talking 'bout?)
These n***as is dead (What we talking 'bout?)
Yeah, I said it—"dead" (Hahaha)
Nice!
N***as might as well lay down in a hole and throw dirt on theyself
It's Funeral