Psa

Suck my dick, nigga It's a public service announcement I'm tired of y'all niggas dissing me Y'all niggas is butt, y'all niggas don't get back I fucked a lot of y'all niggas' bitches (ahhhh) I'm talking 'bout all on this one (On that block, posted up like a statue) (rrah) Smoking Dotty, nigga (rrah) (On that block, posted up like a statue) (Grah) (On that block, posted up like a statue) (Grah) C Blu On that block, posted up like a statue Thirteen shots in this gun, tryna clap you When I get on my back I'm elite No song, but it's making him leave (grah) Mali he smart, on the drill he a geek Like a widow that nigga gon' creep Walk 'em down, fuck shootin' from deep My niggas on time and they spinnin' on feet (grah, grah) Spinnin' in tints, they all see what's comin' Roll down the window, yellin' out "What's gunnin?'" Yellin' back, bullets get to dumpin' Tryna leave a gunner on that pave Fuck the 8, fuck the have Fuck Ju 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 (ahhh) Yellin' "Whoopty"? that's a 48 Yellin' back, we crashin' that plane L.A. a clown, and I fucked his bitch She a demon, got one up the dick Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout Izzy, shoutout to that bitch Tryna speak at Jojo Spliff I see SA, he better not run Walk 'em down, yellin' "I'll come here" Where you goin'? Don't be scared Bullets high, better prep', I should jam Like the sandwich, I'm givin' up 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, they all in my throats Nigga fuck your deads Fuck Edot, nigga Fuck Notti Who else? Fuck Rah Fuck all them dead niggas I'm in Harlem, tryna let it flock Smokin' Mel, higher than Edot Huncho, he a dick, shot he drop (dickhead) I'm a demon tryna give 'em hell Rappin' and drillin' 'cause i got the belt (rrah) Mops, kids, we givin' them the belt Suiciders who did it, to Edot and Mel They was so young, why they kill theirselves? On that block, posted up like a statue Thirteen shots in this gun, tryna clap you (grah, grah) When I get on my back I'm elite No song, but it's making him leave Mali he smart, on the drill he a geek Like a widow that nigga gon' creep Walk 'em down, fuck shootin' from deep My niggas on time and they spinnin' on feet Spinnin' in tints, they all see what's comin' Roll down the window, yellin' out "What's gunnin?'" Yellin' back, bullets get to dumpin' Tryna leave a gunner on that pave Fuck the 8, fuck the have Fuck Ju Heff, fuck Caine Fuck Dot, we smokin' his brain And the one that died the other day (rrah)