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Greater
259
Hip-Hop/Rap
Greater was released on June 26, 2025 by 777 as a part of the album Greater - Single
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Release DateJune 26, 2025
Label777
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bikkab
Bikkab
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bikkab
Bikkab
Songwriter
Bryan Morgan
Bryan Morgan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Promyse
Promyse
Producer

Lyrics

Love that lunar
My brother got a Drac', he a certified shooter
And she got a little crib, I don't care 'bout it, move, ah
Ah, we too high
You don't wonder what if you a fool?
Buck ride 'round with a Rugar
She so mad, I knew, ah
I keep a toolie, t–
Uh, ah (Uh)
Uh, ah (Uh)
(Welcome to the Promyse land)
Uh, ah (Uh, uh-uh)
Uh, ah (Uh, ah)
She stay loyal but she ain't my ho (She ain't, yeah)
Just a young ****, tryna up the sco' (Yeah, tryna up sco')
"How many times you gon' shoot at them ****?"
As much as this God damn K can hold (Can hold)
They wanted my God damn bullets to fold
They slept on me, now they want it when I rose (When I rose)
My bro live the life in the streets that he choose
I'm gon' be the best, I'll be takin' your goals (Yeah)
I feel like YB, all these famous **** said I'm great and they all turned, they hating on me (Yeah)
They say I got talent but don't see the numbers yet, so they all turn and debatin' on me (Yeah,)
Why you gotta be great with a fee? (Yeah)
Who the fuck is you anyway?
Bro, you not greater than me (You ain't grea–, uh, yeah)
But his soul took a fifty, body means (Body means)
You a bitch on me (Bitch on me)
I'm smokin' that moon rock turn me to the buddah (Yeah)
Face come out at night, we love that lunar (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
My brother got a Drac', he a certified shooter (Yeah)
And she got a little crib, I don't care 'bout it, move, ah
Link with the gang, we too high
You don't wonder what if you a fool?
Buck ride 'round with a Rugar
She so mad, I knew, ah
I keep a toolie, toolie
Bust that Chop', my duly, duly
Shoot this bitch, no goofy movie
Think this ho got cooties, cooties
We fuck shit, get moody, moody
Hit from the back, no shame, ah
She lick it up, she foolie, foolie
Ass too fat, a real ah booty
She stay loyal but she ain't my ho
Just a young ****, tryna up the sco' (Yeah, tryna up sco')
"How many times you gon' shoot at them ****?"
As much as this God damn K can hold (Can hold)
They wanted my God damn bullets to fold (Yeah)
They slept on me, now they want it when I rose (When I rose)
My bro live the life in the streets that he choose (Yeah)
I'm gon' be the best, I'll be takin' your goals (Yo' goals)
I feel like YB, all these famous **** said I'm great and they all turned, they hating on me (Yeah)
They say I got talent but don't see the numbers yet, so they all turn and debatin' on me (Yeah, ah)
Why you gotta be great with a fee? (Yeah)
Who the fuck is you anyway?
Bro, you not greater than me (You ain't greater than me)
But his soul took a fifty, body means (Body means)
You a bitch on me (Bitch on me)
They pick on me since I was a kid
That's how I feel (That's how I feel)
That's how I live (That's how I live)
Ain't wanna do nothin' again
Again, yeah, again, again (Again, again)
Let's be real, you **** ain't fuck with it then, but you **** all fuck with it now
Let's be real, lie as your back turned, you seem too nervous to turn back around
I'm just being real, I been through that shit but it doesn't wasn't time to point that shit out
I just hit a mil', so it's time and they thought they was hangin' with me, don't fuck with the clout
Please don't ask me for help when you stuck in that drought
Got yo' bitch on my dick and it's stuck to her mouth
They say I got demons, I can't let 'em out
Lil' bikka' had mixed up the north from the south
I remember them days I was stuck on the couch
Tryna know where to be found
'Member greasy ass hoes used to clown
Now a young **** leadin' the town
I'm rapin' out anger
Hit from the back, turn yo' ho to a singer
Been through a lot and I see more danger
**** not gang, don't call me yo' gang, yeah
Gang suited up like some damn Power Rangers
Work on this shit, every song is a banger
Might as well hang up the rim and then hang
Turn her to a ho, only Bikka' can change her
Fuck **** sin, he get sent to his maker
Yeah, huh-huh, ah (Yah-yeah)
Uh, ha-ha, uh (Yah-yeah, yah-yeah)
Uh, ha-ha, uh (Yah-yeah, yah-yeah)
Uh, ha-ha (Yah-yeah, yah-yeah, yah-yeah)
Uh, ha-ha, uh (Yah-yeah)
Uh, ha-ha (Yah-yeah)
Uh, ha-ha, uh
Uh, ha-ha (Yeah, yah-yeah)
Written by: Bikkab, Bryan Morgan
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