The Greatest

Lyrics

Uh All hail king Bibby Youngin from the block but do this shit for my city I can't trust a soul so i keep the 9 wit me Riding sober than a bitch you know herb off wit me And we work hard, can't take no time off Can't turn my grind off, i think my mind lost Im the best you know my rhymes cold So nigga talk shit gon let the 9 off Get to bustin watch them niggas get to runnin No limit in the place and they know we get it bustin Young nigga shit on my young nigga shit 50 deep turnt up hella guns in this bitch Im feelin grown man polo sag on the Cole Haans My whip foreign and i might just put 4's on Im rockin purple label i know you ain't got those on Get up in the booth and turn ape like gohan Go hard till i pass out, Bibby i be swagged out Yellow nigga case i find a stain i brought the mask out Dico brought the mag out, tina brought the cash out Im yelling free CRACK the fiends thought i had a pass out I smoke irine eyes blood red, no visine Bibby go hard do it for my team Nigga you a customer and ima give it to em gotta serve my fiends Kush strong but never mind me, and if you need something gotta run it by me President like joey i.e and i get in this bitch wit no id Im higher than a spaceship this that outta state shit That 4 4 that long nose thats pippen Ball hard blake griffin, that pour up im sippin Pop a molly im trippin, got a bad bitch she strippin She giving free head cuz my name ranked cuz i sure ain't tippin All this money im getting, i move weight no fitness Im so ridiculous, no weatherman could predict this See i told my wrist this , got me feeling so rocky I get get my dick licked, that foreign thing a stick shift Savage squad don't have a broad my young niggas they wit it I pull up my trunk loud on 28's im Ignant We come through got guns too out the sun roof like i did it, uh When i spit raps make em think 2Pac back i must be a descendant Smoking loud no midget, fuck a deal im chillin Bitch i need 8 digits, period, put me in the game and im killin