The Greatest

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Flow so sick, but it's not contagious

Bitch tried to read me—

Flow so sick but it's not contagious

Bitch tried to read me like a book and got to flippin' pages

She like, "Who you think you are?" Uh, bitch, the greatest

Crib out the way, so far, neighbors kinda racist

Chop in the crib

I don't even blame you, gotta get it how you live

Speak a different language, you be talkin' to the pigs

I just touched down, shit, I feel like Stefon Diggs

In your city for a day, ****, tap in

I ain't even stressin', Brodie got the strap in

I been ballin' like I'm hoopin' for the Mac-10

BabyTron, me, and StanWill locked in

Big three, shit, we like the Heat

You can't get another bitch, bro, that shit not even deep

This a king bed, I'ma need some help with the sheet

I heard dawg got real sick because he lovin' on a freak

Rappin' on samples, oh, you in your Dee bag

Whole team froze, we ain't playin' freeze tag

I'll put it on the floor like a bean bag

We can have a ball-out, I got a deep stash

I've been in my duffy, somewhere that you should be

Whip tinted up, I can barely even see

****, stop starin', just ask, "Are you Dee?"

How you gettin' money when your pockets stay on E?

I ain't poppin' pills, you know that's how they got prints

Cappin' at his crib, all he missin' is some tints

You know I'm a starter, I ain't sittin' on a bench

I'm the one they call if they ever in a pinch

You know who gon' show up in the clutch

Little-ass chain, man, you should've went to Hutch

Who is that? Oh, that's Tron in a monster truck

**** always talkin' down, I don't give a fuck

I be hard to reach, sorry I'm in ghost mode

Bitch better have a bag and a deep throat

All white buffs, could've bought a mink coat

Tell him he can keep his two cents, he broke

Who the champion? I'm tryna go toe to toe

If you pay attention, it's the ShittyBoy flow

Dawg crashed out 'cause he ain't have nowhere to go

It's probably bullshit if you got it for the low

One-seven in the 'Wood, smokin' Shannon Sharpe

Look, my life lit, I won't forget when it was dark

In the deep I can show you how to slay a shark

Told my bitch chill, she wanna shoot like Caitlin Clark

You gon' die horny, always thinkin' with your dick

You can't put no 'fit together, you ain't got no drip

Oh, you must have not see it, I'm not no lick

I remember who I do it for when I wanna quit

You can't get no pussy in the drought, you ain't got no rizz

Hear mini-me's, I ain't even know I had some kids

I ain't with all that cappin', with all that, you should go to Lids

I don't give a fuck, bitch, you know it is what it is

What's the BPM? Goddamn this beat fast

You were Internet thug, go outside and touch grass

I don't know how nobody never told you you are ass

I was bad as hell in the sixth grade, skippin' class

Who next on the come up? ****, better not skip me

Or you better say Stan if you ain't sayin' Dee

In the whip, ridin' 'round with two sticks like I ski

But when you a livin' legend, that's how it's gotta be