PSA lyrics

[Intro]
Suck my di*k, n*gga, this a public service announcement
I'm tired of y'all n*ggas dissin' me
Y'all n*ggas is butt, y'all n*ggas don't get back
I f*cked a lot of y'all n*ggas b*tches (Ah)
I'm talkin' 'bout all that on this one
On that block, posted up like a statue (Grrah)
Smokin' Dotty, n*gga (Grrah)
On that block, posted up like a— (Grrah)
On that block, posted up like a— (The f*ck? 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 n*gga gon' creep
Walk 'em down, f*ck shootin' from deep
My n*ggas 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'
f*ck the 8, f*ck the 'Have, f*ck Juu Heff, f*ck Caine
f*ck Dot, we smokin' his brain
And the one that died the other day
n*ggas 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 f*cked his b*tch
She a demon, gobble up the di*k
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Izzy, shout out to that b*tch
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 sh*t jam
Like the sun, b*tch, 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 f*ck he told? (n*gga, f*ck your deads, killin' all my bros)
[Bridge]
n*gga, f*ck your deads
f*ck Edot, n*gga, f*ck Notti
Who else? f*ck Rah
f*ck all 'em dead n*ggas

[Verse 2]
I'm in Harlem tryna let it flock
Smokin' Mel, higher than Edot
Huncho a di*k, one shot, he dropped (di*khead)
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 n*gga gon' creep
Walk 'em down, f*ck shootin' from deep
My n*ggas 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'
f*ck the 8, f*ck the 'Have, f*ck Juu Heff, f*ck Caine
f*ck Dot, we smokin' his brain
And the one that died the other day (Rrah)