Turtle B - 24 Hours

★ chorus ★
I bust her ass and before i can nut, tell her “turn around”, so i can bust on her face
We see them blue and red lights in the rear view, tell muddy don’t pull over we on a chase
If that bitch actin’ like she can’t line a nigga, find your way to the bank and open up a chase
How you fold up and act like you real to this day? niggas delusional, i swear this shit is fake

★ verse ★
Had to open my eyes so i see all of the hate
Said she love me, don’t know if it’s real or it’s fake
Free bdot and skutta and free ally woo
Free kg, and ❲?❳ and big body woon
Niggas doubted me, nigga, so watch what i do
I been spinnin’ like ion got nun to losе
Bro told me “focus up, stay in the stu’”
“how you actin’ like you don’t got nun to provе?”
Goin’ thru things that i cannot explain
So how i’m ‘pose to really explain it to you?
Bro told me anytime i wanna slide
He told me to call him ‘cause he comin’ too
And niggas they talk about how they gon’ harm me
But them niggas know that’s one thing they can’t do
And i’m really hopin’ that y’all niggas don’t start
Preparin’ myself what ima have to do
Told the opp bitch to come here and get on her knees
If she do the right thing, i fly her overseas
Shot hit his back, he fell down to his knees
Promotin’ the violence, disturbin’ the peace
All you heard was the sirens, gun shots and police
How you get in the booth knowin’ you got no scenes?
How you gon’ say you my mans
Then when i turn my back you always talkin’ about me?
I ain’t eat-, i ain’t eat in a couple days, my stomach weak
Catch a robbery just to put me on my feet
The shit i went through you couldn’t imagine
The land of albany is not for the weak
One more, that’s a advanced uav
Think we fightin’? watch how i back out my g
Why would you think that you could box with me?
Walkin’ back and forth ‘cause i got adhd
I been learnin’ that patience is really the key
I been fightin’ these demons, i can’t go to sleep
All the shit that i did it haunt me in my dreams
I be questionin’ it if i got ptsd
Brodie my dawg, i let him off the leash
If he get him, he got him, then it’s “rest in peace”
Keep a .9 like i’m rondo, ‘cause i play for keeps
But i’m ray allen, game 6, i’m on the heat
Bro put his shot up but he missed his three
Cross cross the rebound, he pass it to me
I was contested and they had they hands up
But fuck it, i still hit the game winnin’ three
Albany gang, nigga, big amg
Sparkin’ for king ant, ballin’ for jb
Even though we had the stolley, we ain’t had no gas money
So we had to walk on feet
Only slidin’ for niggas who slidin’ for me
If you ain’t pop that perc she wouldn’t be deceased
If richie and gio ain’t go to them parties, they would’ve never died you can’t disagree
One ape, two jets in a black suv
We in the ‘ville, like, where the gz?
What’s in the air? dead niggas i steam
I do it doley i don’t need no team

★ chorus ★
I bust her ass and before i can nut, tell her “turn around”, so i can bust on her face
We see them blue and red lights in the rear view tell muddy don’t pull over we on a chase
If that bitch actin’ like she can’t line a nigga, find your way to the bank and open up a chase
How you fold up and act like you real to this day niggas delusional, i swear this shit is fake