[Intro: Turtle B]
Grrah
AMG, Always Maintain Greatness, if we stop who the fuck gon' keep it goin'?
Grrah, free the bros, R.I.P to Jay Bandz
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga
Grrah, sparkin' for King Ant
Grrah
[Verse 1: Turtle B]
Parked up back to back when it’s game time
Spin the S, oh I think I spot Jay9
Oh, JJ my brother, we spot him, we got him, you know we gon’ click at the same time
No I don’t lack, got the Glock on my waistline
He tried to run, get up on him, don’t waste time
We doin' hits we don’t stop ‘til the daytime
They know what happen if they try to play mine
We spin the Boro, we yell out “PT”
He say it back then he immediately a petеy
They know to duck they tacos when thеy see me
I got a baddie and she gettin' neaky
After two weeks I call up more
I’m like “Brodie, yeah, we got a TD”
Baddie she kick it after that we gon’ do 20K on the fuckin' repeat
[Verse 2: Josh Gritty]
But first thing first, nigga, beef never dead
If it’s up then it’s stuck then we leavin' it there
I’m from the A where it’s gritty, them youngin’s get busy, we pop a oppa anywhere
Oh he think he cool ‘cause he chill wit' the guys? But he not one of mines he ain’t flock over there
He tried to spin through the P’z, he almost got lucky but it’s funny how steppers appear
He tried to run but got hit in his shh and the other bullet almost went through his ear
Dummy, no you can’t come over here
Long live King Ant, for JB I’ma flare
Like, hold on [?] gon’ shoot him if he stare
.40 cook him now he medium rare
Opps rappin' but they never appear
Like, what happened to Sixx? He got put in the air
I lost some brothers so ion really care, he ain’t die by no opp just to make it clear
Like, enough is enough wit' them caps in the raps, so many dead stains in the air
Like, Geo, Banga, Manni, Mitch
Ty could’ve ran but the dumb nigga tripped
And I know a opp that got hit wit' his bitch, he got tagged in his foot so he walk wit' a limp
GLA speedin', buggin' down the strip, tell bro gotta chill got a car full of Tris
Knock on my lap we ain’t stoppin' for shit
Guess I’m goin' back to jail that’s the end of this shit
But bro never worry that nigga legit, ‘cause everything we do is calculated risk
One call, we ball, we parkin' on their strip
Tell bro don’t worry, watch when we hop out and blitz
The first one we see, the first one we hit and whoever wit' him can die in the mix
Ain’t no passes, smokin' on Manni see him through the ashes
I did a lot so you know that I’m active
Big EBK might flock at an Aston
No cap, free that boy Aston, once he touch down that’s on brodie we pack him
Two twin Glocks split that boy like a frass
Swervo go left, I go right, like what happened?
[?] on feet, we spot him, we tag him
[?] reverse the V, we climbin' up through traffic
For King Ant that boy a basket and for JB I made it tragic
All he saw was the beam, nigga thought it was magic
We caught an opp, cool, fantastic
[Verse 3: Turtle B]
Y’all should be ashamed claimin' [?] name
It’s been three years y’all ain’t bend or do no clap shit, like
And I’m in the cut wit' a bad bitch
Look at me wrong wit' the guys you get clapped quick
JJ hop out wit’ his ratchet
Shots to his chest now he stretched like he Mr. Fantastic
Y’all niggas claim to be spinnin' the P’z
But y’all niggas know every time what’s gon’ happen, like
No we don’t give out no passes
Top five for my roster and I’m active
We make movies but we not no actors
You don’t know me nigga better back up
I bet when they see me I bet they run faster
Dummy, no I can’t beef with no rapper
Bend through the block and I make a disaster
Lurkin', rundown on me you get tagged up
Like, Rich got hit with a ladder
Sixx in the air, a nigga pick his back up
Shootin's on payroll we’re hoppin’ out a black truck
I bet he get shot if he think he gon’ act up
