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letra de the greatest - trdee

[intro]
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
flow so sick, but it’s not contagious
b-tch tried to read me—

flow so sick but it’s not contagious
b-tch tried to read me like a book and got to flippin’ pages
she like, “who you think you are?” uh, b-tch, 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, sh-t, i feel like stefon diggs
in your city for a day, n-gga, 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, sh-t, we likе the heat
you can’t get anothеr b-tch, bro, that sh-t not even deep
this a king bed, i’ma need some help with the sheet
i heard dawg got [?] ’cause 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
n-gga, 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
n-ggas always talkin’ down, i don’t give a f-ck
i be hard to reach, sorry i’m in ghost mode
b-tch 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 sh-ttyboy flow
dawg crashed out ’cause he ain’t have nowhere to go
it’s probably bullsh-t 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 b-tch chill, she wanna shoot like caitlin clark
you gon’ die h-rny, always thinkin’ with your d-ck
you can’t put no ‘fit together, you ain’t got no drip
oh, you must have not see it, i’m not no l!ck
i remember who i do it for when i wanna quit
you can’t get no p-ssy 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 lizz
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch, you know it is what it is
what’s the bpm? godd-mn this beat fast
you were internet thug, go outside and touch grass
i don’t know how n0body never told you you are ass
i was bad as h-ll in the sixth grade, skippin’ class
who next on the come up? n-gga, 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

- trdee

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