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turtle b - triple threat lyrics

[verse 1: josh gritty]
long live king ant, for jb know we tossin’
that’s the opps right there get up on ‘em
[?] start shootin’ he ain’t givin’ no warning
if he miss, you know we spin back through the morning
swervo too sick the way he get up on him
hold up, fam, we be ballin’ on offence
bro off a 30 and he feelin’ nauseous
but it’s one in the head, we ain’t takin’ no losses
ballin’ for jb, and we known for the tossin’
better check the score, we ain’t callin’ no forfeit
he thought he was tough, we knocked him out his ball kicks
the opps keep dyin’ they cannot competе
and i talk my sh+t when i hop on the beat
long livе king ant, for jb know we tweak
maneuver in the v or we walk up on feet
where you goin’? boy, ain’t no runnin’ from me
but this .40 make him take a seat
we smoke manni, mix him wit’ the g
take a trip to the 9 ‘cause i’m lookin’ for d
and i got the drop that he be in the east
better pray ‘cause them gritty creepers love to creep
spark up the s, take a trip a trip to the b
i ain’t duckin’ no smoke when you run into me
‘cause my demons be buggin’, [?] all for free
and when i’m by myself i better have my g
manni he said he was smokin’ on bro
two weeks later got left in the v
head tap, blood drippin’ down the seats
and beeno just died so we smoked him for free
chest shot, they put a hole through his tee
banga, n+gga got k!lled by a fiend
got left in the woods, that could never be me
ask around we ain’t duckin’ no beef
ask around we been playin’ for keeps
[verse 2: turtle b]
put the dot on his head, he ain’t peeped
bro said he seen him walk across the street
i get close and flock him wit’ the heat
accurate aim we knocked him off his feet, like
and they know my body
when i’m on their strip you better duck or i send three, like
and i could go drill when i’m sober
but pass me the pill i go geek, like
them hollows hit a n+gga shoulder
leave a n+gga slumped over in the streets

[verse 3: shay stacks]
don’t pass me no pills, i’m already off three
dripper’s and steppers in this amg
all my dawgs just let us hear a peep
when we pullin’ up like they let us off the leash, uh
n+ggas be duckin’ that taco
stuy sh+t, shout out to my n+gga vato, uh
drop the h’s for the foolies, he think he safe but he really not though, uh
muddy, what’s up? pop out the cut and we f+ckin’ ‘em up, like
slime, who bigger than us? boro n+ggas keep dyin’ stop mentionin’ us
if you slide through, he was there and he probably got shot too
all black, masked up, that’s my costume
talk on the guys then watch him meet the guys soon
told me don’t slime him out but i got to

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