[Intro]

Ayy

(Mora Beats)

AGBs, Active Gxng

(Ayy, Mobz, that sounds wavey)

(Yeah, Sin made this sound wavy)

Been Active Gxng, I stay Active Gxng

Free Armed Response, free the fucking guys

Got SWavey in the building with me, you see me?

(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)

Gang, gang, gang

[Verse 1]

No half heart ching, I'm pushin' it all in

Exit wounds when I get to the borin'

Had me a dream, I dropped 10 opps

Then woke up charged like tonight I'm scorin'

.44s in a four door, we tourin'

Stepped out of jail, had the crime rate soarin'

They're stressed out every mornin'

Wake up, worst nightmare, still walkin'

Wake up, bill a opp pack, what flavor?

How many heads got put on my shaver?

On a dark night, make you see that light

Violate gang, you can meet your maker

I'm from the certified grove, that's Agar

Anything goes for Active Gxng

Kept his life when the hand ting jammed

He lost his soul when the hand ting banged

Got left in the 10, now Hell's his home

We leave man flat on the pavement snorin'

Do it with tekkers, floor him, bore him

How's he alive? I should've put more in

Open heads, I don't eat brains

I fed my zombie right there on the mains

BA got the wickedest aim, insane

Want clout, I'mma give you fame

Every time I smoke, I'mma say your name

I can't tell you my favourite strain

I told them babe, I'm different to them

Got brains, disappear like David Blaine

But really, I'm different to them

But a hoe is a hoe so let's not pretend

If we ain't holdin' a skeng or havin' man yutes

Then I'll never see you again

I don't play games when it comes to vengeance

End him, that is my happiest endin'

Drench him, dig 'til my samurai bendin'

Twist it, rearrange your intestines

Stretch him, 6 feet deep where I send him

Pop them doors, make the skattiest entrance

Bro caught 1, I'm chasing his bredrins

Who's gonna trip? I'ma dig out their chestplate

Ching man down, while his best mate spectate

Tape that strip then come back the next day

Red tape, all the local opp estates

A way, gang love glide like segway

Catch K's, don't need to piss on the man's grave

I'm the reason there's worms in the man's face

What's Plan B?, there was never a Plan A

Drill for the A, that's gang way

Two guns up, three samurai swords

You can get corned or bored

I ain't tryna leave 'til suttin' get caught

My blade gotta come back covered in sauce

He's addin' a K on gang for the clout and whores

I ying man down for the cause, of course

I ain't gonna say who turnt him corpse

But all of my dargs got blood on their paws

Bro stepped out with a stick, just wavin'

Clappin' it off like a standin' ovation

Bro's frustrated, told him "Patience"

Same day, man turn a opp boy patient

How's man got chat for the Agars?

Every opp block, our guns been blazin'

Must be mad if you think I'm the only sav', my whole gang's ragin'

The judge might throw me a thirty

If I don't pattern, I cover my traces

New boots with the three digit laces

Next crime scene, I have hella shell cases

Grind 2 G's and face it

Now this ding-dong feel like a spaceship

He didn't make it, he didn't make it

Rap 'bout them, now I might just make it

[Outro]

Every time I smoke, I'mma say your name

I can't tell you my favourite strain

I told them babe, I'm different to them

Got brains, disappear like David Blaine

But really, I'm different to them

But a hoe is a hoe so let's not pretend

If we ain't holdin' a skeng or havin' man yutes

Then I'll never see you again

(Mora Beats)