Testo The Greatest

Band ..
South Memphis finest

Yuh, they call me Glock and the G stand for Greatest (Yuh)
Married to money, told her that I'm taken (Yuh)
Cutthroat the Gang, better yet, we the Navy (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yeah)
And Bitch, Im that Nigga, ("Let the BandPlay")
It ain't no debatin' (YEAH!) Fuck it, I might bulletproof the Mercedes (Fuck it)
Yeah, I'm playin' with these paper (Yuh, yuh)
I'm ballin' like Kobe, these niggas can't hold me, (Hold me)
Yeah, I might put up [?]
Everybody know me, is M.O.B (Yuh)
Yeah, until im eighty-one
Yeah, bitch, I'm that nigga a made one
Black diamonds on my Jacob, Akon (Yeah!)
Bring it to your door like avron
High as hell, might hit you with the [rave on ?] (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)
Im smokin' on Za, no dead opps (No dead opps)
I ran that money up, no elevator or no steps (Phew, phew, phew) Got a bad bitch by my left (My left)
I can do bad by myself (Myself)
Nine letters, you know what I rep, (I rep)
C-U-T-T-H-R-O-A-T [?] ten, we stealth, (We stealth)
Cutthroat, go to stay, I'm stealth (I'm stealth)
Nah, better yet, I'm Steve Carell (Steve Carell)
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)
Say they bullshit for the birks, (Brrt)
Bitch, I'm on a whole 'nother level (Yeah)
Say they bullshit for the birks, (Brrt)
Bitch, I'm in a whole 'nother lane (Skrrt, fire) (Band..)
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 (Yuh)
These niggas pussy, that' what I smell, (Smell)
These niggas pussy, these niggas hoes (Hoes)
I be hangin' with some niggas
They cut throats and wipe nose, (Nose, yeh, woah, woah)
Ey, they call me Glock and the G stand for greatest (Fa, fa)
Look at your son, yeah, mama we made it (We made it, yuh)
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 (Yuh)
Young nigga blessed, shout ot my creator
I broke trough discharge, she callin' me satan (On God)

Yuh, nah, for real.. I mean, five real .. yeh, yeh