[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 they 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 go clap shit, like

And I’m in the cut wit' a bad bitch

Look at me wrong, on 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