PSA lyrics

by

Pj Glizzy


[Intro: Wockhardt & Pj Glizzy]
b*tch
Suck my di*k, n*gga, OGz (f*ck everybody)
n*ggas be cap rappin' (Cap rappin), like we ain't really put n*ggas through it (Put n*ggas through it)
n*ggas got robbed and cried, and tryna make disses
Suck my di*k n*gga, uh
Uh-huh, honey
Division
Bow, bow, bow-bow-bow
Ayo Pj, what the f*ck we on, bro?
24 is the goat
These n*ggas know what the f*ck is up, bro (Uhh)
Grrah-grrah, boom-boom-boom (b*tch), boom-boom-boom (Uh-uh-uh)
Everything dead (Uh-uh-uh, Everything dead)
Grrah, grrah, boom

[Verse 1: Pj Glizzy]
When we catch Lee Drilly, we gon' do him bad (Grrah, grrah)
Set Da Trend, n*ggas smokin' your dad (Bow, bow)
Ayo, Dthang, I heard you a fag
Bando got shot, and he still ain't get back
And y'all still on Edai di*k (Edai di*k)
Don't even matter, Rah still in my spliff (In my spliff)
Why they mad that we smokin' on Nick? (Boom, boom, boom)
OMB-K, man, we smokin on Boomer
Yus Gz, you a bum, and your drip no good (No good)
Don't forget you almost died in your hood
When I catch C Blu, you better let it rip (Lеt it rip)
Or if not, Monterey lost a Crip
Walk down gang (Grrah), blow your b*tch a kiss (Grrah)
Ayo Rita, I heard shе a miss (Gang-gang-gang)
Ayo Reelo, why you ran Rick? (Gang-gang-gang)
Maybe you the reason Matt got spliffed
[Verse 2: Wockhardt]
Like I'm tired of the dissin', its time to suit up, we could link up and ball out
You got robbed for your sh*t, and you cried like a b*tch (Like a b*tch)
When I catch you, I'm letting it all out (Lettin' it all out)
How you speak on my name? Lil' n*gga, i made you
That backdoor was open, it hurt when I stained you
sh*t that you rappin', we know that it ain't you (Huh)
Nas you got got, how the f*ck that sh*t change you?
4Sev, 43rd, 51st, suck di*k
Woo, Woo cause' I don't bop, be in my spliff
Jay spot when shh and shh got hit
Best friends, they ain't make no trips
n*ggas caught up with J Lotti, wish you would have been a body
Bussin' off these perks, got me feelin' like a giant
If the 4's droppin' O's I don't recommend you try it
And ya diss? By the night, guarantee a n*gga dyin'
Stupid n*gga died on his trip tryna spin
Stupid n*gga died in the club tryna front
Stupid n*gga died, he got shot in his brim
Stupid n*gga died, he got packed in his hood
You be movin' like a opp? Cause I really hurt opps
Put my trust in my gun every time I spin blocks
n*gga Ape got stomped, when we put him in the sky
n*ggas don't got hearts, when he died, they ain't slide
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