PSA lyrics

[Intro: Kay Flock & Ini Kamoze]
Out in the street, they call it merther
Big DOA, n*gga
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Like, grrt, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Like, grrah, grrah
Grrt, baow, baow

[Chorus: Kay Flock]
f*ck the diss, I'ma act the f*ck up
Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the f*ck up
Don't do Cîroc, only Act' in my cup (Grrt, baow, baow)
Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that's tough (Like)
He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (Grrt, baow, baow; where you goin'?)
I'm a GBG baby, so b*tch, I'ma click 'til it's done (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummy)
Outside, no security, b*tch, it's just me and my gun (It's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York and I'm still outside makin' 'em run (Don't run; b*tch, I do what I want)

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
Just copped out on a Carti' (Carti')
Oh, she jackin' my vibe in a heartbeat (Heartbeat)
I like my b*tch gangster, I don't like 'em Barbie (b*tch)
It get active like Ricky and Morty (Like, grrt, baow)
Tap your head (Rah Rah)
n*gga Rah got clapped, now he in the Marley (Baow, baow)
n*gga dead
And I'm tough by myself, no, I don't need an army (Grrah)
[Bridge: Kay Flock & Ini Kamoze]
Out in the street, they call it merther
Big DOA, n*gga

[Verse 2: Kay Flock]
She the line, so I'm packin' the b*tch
Feel under pressure, I'm blastin' the sh*t
V210, how I'm whackin' the whip
He tried to up, but I'm faster with it
It get nasty, now he coughin' out blood
Told y'all that I get active with it (Grrt, baow, baow)

[Chorus: Kay Flock]
f*ck the diss, I'ma act the f*ck up
Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the f*ck up
Don't do Cîroc, only Act' in my cup (Grrt, baow, baow)
Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that's tough (Like)
He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (Grrt, baow; where you goin'?)
I'm a GBG baby, so b*tch, I'ma click 'til it's done (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummy; grrt)
Outside, no security, b*tch, it's just me and my gun (It's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York and I'm still outside makin' 'em run (Don't run; b*tch, I do what I want)