Long Live The Greatest lyrics

[Intro]
We was causin' all the problems
Sticks in the car, we was causin' all the drama
Let a n*gga blink wrong, we gon' pop him
Who brought the choppers to the stage? Wasn't Osama
Silly n*ggas want fame, we want dollars
They better not mention your name, we buyin' choppers
In that 911 thang doin' a hundred
Usually don't do this type of sh*t, but I said f*ck it
Arguin' with God, n*gga, why you take my brother?
Arguin' over chops, n*gga, why you take my hundred?
But one more thing, why you leave me with these busters?
They hear me here sittin' broke and ain't gеttin' no money
What's killin' me is they think that sh*t funny
Sharin' three bands and thеy think that sh*t money
It's the Stinc Team, either you with us or it's f*ck you
You got a hundred on your head, do your family really love you?
Silly n*ggas better not play with your name
Silly n*ggas better not play with the gang
I know you hate us, but the name is the name
That's a 911 Porsche, do your thang, do your thang
I'm thinkin' 'bout droppin' some change, but I ain't
Twitter thugs, they just bang for the fame
You gon' have me put his brains in his lap
I'm thinkin' 'bout makin' a change, but I can't
[Chorus]
I'm not gon' stop flexin', I'm not gon' give up juice
I'm not gon' let these pus*y n*ggas catch me without my tool
I'm not gon' peace treat with the opps, 'cause that ain't cool
pus*y n*gga, I could never be you
I'm not gon' stop flexin', I'm not gon' give up juice
I'm not gon' let these pus*y n*ggas catch me without my tool
I'm not gon' peace treat with the opps, 'cause that ain't cool
pus*y n*gga, I could never be you

[Verse 2]
Long live the Greatest
If we catch a n*gga speakin' on your name, on the gang, we gon' K him, sh*t
My shooters itchin' for blood, this personal, they ain't lookin' for no payment
If you ain't want your mama dyin', kids cryin', why you even have to say it?
Bentleys in the front yard, you ain't here, it's okay, we gon' stay here
Chipped a opp lover too, yeah, we know, I ain't even have to say it
Fifty ball on the floor, told my son and my nephew they can play in it
Why n*ggas screen recordin' everything I do? Got me even scared to say sh*t
You the police, you the DA, yeah, we know, why you helpin' with they cases?
When they let us out the can, they was mad, you could see it on they faces
Off-White, three K's in the car, yes indeed, n*gga, we racist
Long ropes on the wood if he cross me, what, you trippin' off these Maisons?
I'm a millionaire lookin' for a credit, guns, what they cost? I'ma pay you

[Outro]
sh*t man, this sh*t crazy
Long live Ketchy the Great
I don't know how a n*gga got hit by a car, that sh*t crazy
Man, n*ggas better not be speakin' out on your name, none of that
I'm not playin' with n*ggas
Like I said, I'm a millionaire, literally, n*gga
I'm not the one to play with at all
Don't play with the homie, don't play with his name, nothin'
Don't claim nothin'
n*ggas claimin' deaths that they ain't
n*ggas didn't even do, n*gga
Pieces, though