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Intro
The Greatest

Verse 1
If I ask you a question, I been knew the answer
Ain't no need to be lying Why
'Cause that might trigger me, clip I'ma empty 'em
Probable cause for a body Yeah
I know you broke and so is your bro, my dawg done already robbed him Brr
Suicide, suicide, suicide Ha
But always still down for a homi' Gang
I don't want the stroke only the nose
Pussy nigga come slobe me, yeah
And after you done using your tongue, I'm sending niggas to the lobby Woo
While you was in heaven, I was collecting, getting rich like Roddy Woo
I only roll sevens and shoot MAC 11's Gang, gang, pussy nigga, come try me Gang
Make 'em say, Ooh, like hot sauce, blow a nigga top off
Money make wet, get my rocks off
Boy, you ain't gang, you knock off
Charmin' ass nigga, you that soft
Don't backtalk
Gucci bitch, rockin' Prada
Still a original shoota
Sleep real good like a toddler
'Cause who gon' do shit Nada
You chasing your mans, I chase dollars Ha, gang
'm Rapunzel, I got my hair down to my ass, nigga Ass, ass, ass
Thirty inches but I keep a thirty pack, nigga Pack, pack, pack
Won't give no notice, you get cut off like my last nigga Last, last, last
Real gangsta bitch, don't get it twisted, I got class, nigga
Beat a bitch up like hard day silly
Wish a bitch would is what I told the genie
I give demonstrations, these hoes don't believe me Yeah
I'm giving out tips since his hoes wanna be me Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches don't check me, I check mate I check mate
How can I hate when I cannot relate Can't
I'm making boss moves, I ain't making mistakes
You paying his bills and I'm paving the way Baow, baow, baow, ha

Chorus
Sports ball with the blick', we caught a fashion, hold up, wait, ayy Ayy
I won't trap no nigga, I be trappin' though I be trappin'
They let a big bitch in the race and now I'm laughing hoes Now I'm laughing
And now they waking up each morning like, What happenned, bro Gang-gang

Verse 2
What set you banging
He's not a baby but I bet I change him Baow
Give me the green light and I rearrange him Baow
Baby not burpin' but I bet I spank him Baow, baow, baow
Dumb bitch, you cannot play me
I see the bullshit it ain't no mistaking
I be so turnt up that they think I'm faking
Might let off a hundred and watch them start planking Grr, ha, ha
Let's have a contest, you'll be shooters against my shooters Yeah, yeah, yeah
We got it all so don't you come out with no Rugers Yeah, yeah, yeah
They wearin' vests so we aiming for medullas Aight, yeah, yeah
These niggas rats so text Flock, put 'em the in the sewer Baow, baow, baow, yeah, yeah
Play these boys like an arcade
I'm a heartbreaker, bring the band-aids
Keep three niggas like a French braid
I stay on they brain like a toupee
Hey, snatch a nigga up, no lipo
I'ma do 'em wrong, I'm right though
Beat the black off, no Michael Yeah
Mean what I say, no typo Yeah
All my bitches sing, they psycho Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Blue 42, that's a Crip with a .40
Fuck al that talking, you bought it then show me
She's a hot head so I smoked her like doedy
Empty the clip, blow a kiss and reload it
Get popped like pill, drip codeine
Been with the shits, I get it from my brodie
I got a plan for all niggas that owe me
I grab the lead and like paper I fold 'em, yeah

Chorus
Sports ball with the blick', we caught a fashion, hold up, wait, ayy Ayy
I won't trap no nigga, I be trappin' though Yeah
They let a big bitch in the race and now I'm laughing hoes Go, go
And now they waking up each morning like, What happenned, bro Gang-gang-gang, grrah