PSA lyrics

If I get a record deal
I'mma hit the block with them free bricks
King Louie got a record deal
And he went and got his front teeth fixed
Louie kicks on my king sh*t
But no dreadlocks, I can't swing sh*t
Harvey rappers wanna sneak diss?
Look I don't sneak diss, it don't mean sh*t
This that, Chiraq, Harvey World, street sh*t
I be cashin' these b*tches out
Decent hoes get remixed
On parole for like two years
So I can't smoke on that weed lick
Cause my P.O. she want clean p*ss
No bullsh*t, she a mean b*tch
DJ where them hits at?
Why you playin' this weak sh*t?
Shotgun where yo b*tch at
Late night on that creep sh*t
Rich n*gga just buy sh*t
Broke n*gga just peep sh*t
No disrespect to my n*gga P
But I do it big like Meek's tits
Bump J got locked up
And now n*ggas claimin' that chief sh*t
Did a song with lil Chief Keef
Now these hoes callin' me sweet di*k
On Sydney and Cal City
So it's only right I play Tink sh*t
Lil Sasha go hard but I like Chella more cause she a street b*tch
Loud pack, Pontiac, quarter pound for a G6
And if Loni pop, lemme hit that
I might take her shoppin' through Neiman's
Might spend a lil 3 piece
On Lil Fee Fee cause she a lil freak
That b*tch try to set me up
I'mma stomp her out like Lil Reese
Chiraq, murder cappy, n*ggas dyin' over youtube
Diss me if you want to
I'll have 'em lookin' for you like Blues Clues
Can't rap and your beats sweet
So technically that's a lose-lose
This track by Rio Mack
Same n*gga did Too Cool
b*tch n*gga you fufu
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I'm the sh*t, boo boo
Feds watchin' like OoVoo
Lawyers all on my iPhone
If you bite me I might sue you
Dirty birds we drillin' sh*t
Got more guerrillas than two zoos
Nowadays I'm a paid n*gga
Still catch me in Woo Woo's
In the hood with a rich b*tch
No ATL, no NuNu
You don't do it like I do
More books than a highschool
Five thousand on horseshoes
Downtown eatin' Thai Food
Blow 'em down like a typhoon
Put 'em on Channel 5 News
My n*ggas smoke iPack
And it's super loud call it iTunes
Make 'em bleed like a Piru
He don't die now, he gon' die soon
I'm hot, July June
Caked up like a tycoon
If I cop work at 9 o'clock
It'll be all gone, by noon
Clickers on me like camera phones
I'm close enough n*gga why zoom?
Racked up like a bunk bed
Up heat, bust lead
Free Bump, f*ck feds
Money bag, 'nuff said