Intro] Yeah… OG Strain… Johnny Boy… Gilly’s Greens… Let’s get it… [Hook] Who’s on all the scenes, beating all the canna teams? Who’s got the genetics? Who’s got the beans? That grow the supremes, the cookies, the creams, And everything in between, know what I mean? That’s right, Gilly’s Greens bringing the cheddar, Nothing less, only better, every strain getting fresher. Got the clones on the way, every day elevating dreams, If you’re smoking with the team, you’re smoking Gilly’s Greens. [Verse 1] Who’s on all the scenes, beating the other canna teams? Who’s got the genetics, who’s got the beans? That grow the supremes, the cookies, the creams, And everything in between, chasing bigger dreams. That’s right, it’s Gilly’s Greens bringing the cheddar, Nothing less, only better, every harvest gets better. Even Meta don’t know what to say come May, When Gilly’s Greens got clones on the way. Don’t leave, chill, relax, smoke one and stay, Enjoy the day, let the stress all fade away. Lay back and kick up your feet for a treat, While I roll up this herbal heat to the beat. Bringing the fire straight to your seat, Every jar premium, every batch complete. From the roots to the cure, every detail pristine, That’s why everybody talking ‘bout Gilly’s Greens. [Hook] Who’s on all the scenes, beating all the canna teams? Who’s got the genetics? Who’s got the beans? That grow the supremes, the cookies, the creams, And everything in between, know what I mean? That’s right, Gilly’s Greens bringing the cheddar, Nothing less, only better, every strain getting fresher. Got the clones on the way, every day elevating dreams, If you’re smoking with the team, you’re smoking Gilly’s Greens. [Verse 2] I’m doing this on my terms, see how it burns, Bringing back strains like the legendary Big Perm. Grown in soil with the castings from worms, The lights took turns while the quality confirms. Never getting spider mites, never getting germs, Experience earned through multiple learns. Grow rooms of weed, sometimes shrooms, Working day and night till they put Johnny in his tomb. No room for error, sweep mistakes with brooms, Smoking weed, inhaling fumes, blasting tunes. Building from the bottom, watching profits bloom, Turning small gardens into packed-out rooms. Never booing, always moving with a purpose, Perfecting every harvest till the product’s worth it. Ask yourself what you’re smoking, what you’re doing, While Gilly’s Greens keeps proving and improving. [Hook] Who’s on all the scenes, beating all the canna teams? Who’s got the genetics? Who’s got the beans? That grow the supremes, the cookies, the creams, And everything in between, know what I mean? That’s right, Gilly’s Greens bringing the cheddar, Nothing less, only better, every strain getting fresher. Got the clones on the way, every day elevating dreams, If you’re smoking with the team, you’re smoking Gilly’s Greens. [Verse 3] Light it up, Johnny Boy’s smooth, never rough, But it’s tough luck if he’s out, that’s enough. Don’t pout, think a different route, No doubt, next time plan it out. Because it goes quick, so quick it’s sick, Quicker than a Bic runs out of flicks. Everybody trying to get a taste of the mix, One hit got them talking, two got them fixed. Real growers know what quality means, Hard work behind the scenes chasing bigger things. From Amsterdam roots to statewide dreams, Building a reputation cleaner than it seems. OG Strain on the mic, keeping it authentic, Johnny Boy growing flower that’s truly genetic. So when you see the logo, remember what it means, Top-shelf smoke coming straight from Gilly’s Greens. [Outro] Johnny Boy! Gilly’s Greens! OG Strain! You already know what it is… Big Perm… Cookies… Creams… And everything in between… Gilly Greens, we out!
