PSA lyrics

[Intro]
Be ducking from there, I would be there I could be- it's not cap I swea—
(Rah, rah, yeah)
Tah

[Chorus]
You could call me Sean Faris 'cause, b*tch, I never back down, ayy
Come at me with a raw come, b*tch, that sh*t gettin' smacked down
If there's a snitch in this trap, that sh*t gon' activate and put a rat down
They could put me on TLC, 'cause, b*tch, I would never put the MAC down
Oh, you got more bread? Put a rack down
I hate n*ggas, but I still won't put the black's down
Fed's heard he got cocaine, now they tryna crack down
I got a PSA for TSA tryna pat down
If I bring my gun, that sh*t finna get wrapped down

[Verse]
Tryna strike then the Glock finna lock out
Kid Cudi, thе Glock make him walk out
I don't drive by, I beliеve in the hop out
Put a beam on Glock when it's dark out
Talk yo' sh*t, I talk mine
JTG what I call one, Shad Moss is the other Nine
When you see me, put that glove on, then, b*tch, you know that it's crime time
b*tch, I get Starbucks with the coke, all I got is white lines
Do I really need gun a n*gga or just to show that he not slime?
I'm a Libra with a Taurus, that should be a f*ckin' sign
We got 17's and 19's, lil' b*tch, I'm on military time
b*tch, I be shinin'
n*ggas tryna ride my microwave, got me heated up like Ramen
Got banana clips in the f*ckin' truck, I'm the and only one like Ivan
And yo' granny said stay away from me, 'cause I'm low down and conniving
And I put that on my Glock that's not cap, b*tch (Not cap, boy)
[Chorus]
You could call me [?] 'cause, b*tch, I never back down, ayy
Come at me with a raw come, b*tch, that sh*t gettin' smacked down
If there's a snitch in this trap, that sh*t gon' activate and put a rat down
They could put me on TLC, 'cause, b*tch, I would never put the MAC down
Oh, you got more bread? Put a rack down
I hate n*ggas, but I still won't put the black's down
Fed's heard he got cocaine, now they tryna crack down
I got a PSA for TSA tryna pat down
If I bring my gun, that sh*t finna get wrapped down