PSA

Lyrics

[Intro] Suck my dick, nigga, this a public service announcement I'm tired of y'all niggas dissin' me Y'all niggas is butt, y'all niggas don't get back I fucked a lot of y'all niggas bitches (Ah) I'm talkin' 'bout all that on this one On that block, posted up like a statue (Grrah) Smokin' Dotty, nigga (Grrah) On that block, posted up like a— (Grrah) On that block, posted up like a— (The fuck? Grrah) C Blu [Chorus] On that block, posted up like a statue Thirteen shots in this gun, tryna clap you When I get in my bag, I'm elite No song, bullets makin' 'em leak (Grrah) Mali, he spot on the drill, he'll geek Like a widow, that nigga gon' creep Walk 'em down, fuck shootin' from deep My niggas on timin', they spinnin' on feet (Grrah) [Verse 1] Spin in tints, they don't see us comin' Roll down the window yellin' out, "What's gunnin'?" Yell it back, bullets get to dumpin' Tryna leave a Gunna on the pave' Fuck the 8, fuck the 'Have, fuck Juu Heff, fuck Caine Fuck Dot, we smokin' his brain And the one that died the other day Niggas soft, they don't put in pain (Ah) Yell out, "Whoopty," that's a 48 Yell it back, we crashin' that plane LA a clown and I fucked his bitch She a demon, gobble up the dick Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Izzy, shout out to that bitch Tryna spin, he get turned to a spliff I see Sdot, he better not run Walk him down, yellin' out, "Come here Where you goin'? Don't be scared" Bullets hot, better pray my shit jam Like the sun, bitch, I'm givin' out ten No stripper, but I keep a pole And like Brady, yeah, I let her throw When— shh, got shot, why the fuck he told? (Nigga, fuck your deads, killin' all my bros) [Bridge] Nigga, fuck your deads Fuck Edot, nigga, fuck Notti Who else? Fuck Rah Fuck all 'em dead niggas [Verse 2] I'm in Harlem tryna let it flock Smokin' Mel, higher than Edot Huncho a dick, one shot, he dropped (Dickhead) I'm a demon, tryna give 'em hell Rappin' and drillin' 'cause I got the bell (Grrah) My opps kids, we givin' them the belt Suicide, that's who did it to Edot and Mel They was so young, why they killed they self? [Chorus] On that block, posted up like a statue Thirteen shots in this gun, tryna clap you (Grrah, grrah) When I get in my bag, I'm elite No song, bullets makin' 'em leak Mali, he spot on the drill, he'll geek Like a widow, that nigga gon' creep Walk 'em down, fuck shootin' from deep My niggas on timin', they spinnin' on feet [Outro] Spin in tints, they don't see us comin' Roll down the window, yellin' out, "What's gunnin'?" Yell it back, bullets get to dumpin' Tryna leave a Gunna on the pave' Fuck the 8, fuck the 'Have, fuck Juu Heff, fuck Caine Fuck Dot, we smokin' his brain And the one that died the other day (Rrah)