The Greatest

Band
South Memphis finest
Yeah, they call me Glock and the G stand for, "Greatest" (yeah)
Married to money, told her, that I'm taken (yeah)
Cutthroat the gang, better yet, we the navy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And bitch, I'm that nigga, it ain't no debatin' (yeah)
Fuck it, I might bulletproof the Mercedes (fuck it)
Yeah, I'm playin' with this paper (yeah, yeah)
I'm ballin' like Kobe, these niggas can't hold me (hold me)
Yeah, I might put up 81
Everybody know me, it's M.O.b
Yeah, until I'm eighty-one
Yeah, bitch, I'm that nigga, a made one
Black diamonds on my Jacob, Akon (yeah)
Bring it to your door like Avon
High as hell, might hit you with a wraith gun (fire, fire)
Where I'm from, you ain't got it, then take some
Yeah, smokin' on za, no fake runtz (fake runtz)
Where I'm from, you ain't got it, then take some (yup)
I'm smokin' on za, no dead opps (no dead opps)
I ran that money up, no elevator or no stairs (phew, phew, phew)
Got a bad bitch to my left (my left)
I can do bad by myself (myself)
Nine letters, you know what I rep (I rep)
Cutthroat, front team, we stealth (we stealth)
Cutthroat, golden state, I'm Steph (I'm Steph)
Nah, better yet, I'm Steve Kerr (Steve Kerr)
Glizock, that nigga, yessir (yessir)
Run up on me, double dare (I dare you)
Heart cold as a polar bear (phew, phew)
And I'm hotter than a fuckin' desert (hot, hot)
I spend twenty thousand on some fur (fur)
Then spend thirty thousand on some leather (yeah)
Save that bullshit for the birds (brrt)
Bitch, I'm on a whole 'nother level (yeah)
Save that bullshit for the birds (brrt)
Bitch, I'm in a whole 'nother lane (skrrt, fire)
Got rich, shit start to change (change)
Got rich, shit went levels (went levels, yeah)
And before you get a M, what?
You know, you gotta' take a L (yeah)
These niggas pussy, that's what I smell, (smell)
These niggas pussy, these niggas hoes (hoes)
I be hangin' with some niggas
They cut throats and wipe nose (nose, whoa)
Ayy, they call me Glock and the G stand for, "Greatest" (fa, fa)
Look at your son, yeah, mama we made it (we made it, yeah)
They didn't believed in me, just like the lakers
Related to dolph, plugged in with the flavors (flavors)
Big rocks in my ears, that shit look like craters (yeah)
Young nigga blessed, shout out my creator
I broke through the chart, she callin' me Satan (on god)
Yeah
Nah, for real
I mean, five real
Yeah, yeah