PSA lyrics

[Intro]
Tell CC, "run the beat back"
Grrah grrah, everything dead, like
Grrah grrah
Exo, like
Shiesto when you find me all the opps suck my di*k, you heard?

[Chorus]
Shnoodles knock em' out, if that n*gga lookin' at me
Damn, now I got blood on my Fazo's
For the sitchy, I'm callin' up Fazo
Hole in his face, like a bagel
Can't wait till I see boy, n*gga thinkin' it's sweet, okay, can't wait till we meet
Me and bro was spinnin' on feet
We got hella' shots like we in a bar, like
Told bro, "Flip that car"
Check the stats, they know who we are
Bro got the beam so it's no gettin' far
Poppy Woo, we gon' run up a check
Movin' oppy, then he gettin' stretched
On my brethren, we do it the best
Poke out the knocker, blowin' like a ref

[Verse]
Talk on my dead but you just lost ya' mans, like, I just don't understand
She wanna f*ck cause she know I'm the man, like, I'm the man wit' the plan
Tellin' me that you spinnin', I'm here everyday
Stop all the cap, n*ggas know where I lay
On court and we ain't here to play
Ooter get close, he score in the paint
How them n*ggas gon' mention my dead? But they n*ggas is dyin'
Say you spinnin' my block, stop lyin'
Call a baddie up, I'm tryna line em'
Bro got the knocker on em' like a [?]
Poled up and I'm chillin' on Chester
And my killer he aim for the chest up
[Shooters?] he wit' me and he throw the set up
Fazo armed and dangerous, tryna leave a n*gga in the pavement
And alotta' of n*ggas not sanctioned, hollows give em' head like, save em'
I'm boutta' fly to LA, where the baddies? I just came to party
We got the drop where he lay, got the addy, put em' in the Marley
Like, get off my di*k, you shot, and the opps, we smoke em' alot
Spin through ya' ave', unlimited shots and you almost got put in a box
Like damn, what a shame, know bro shoulda' stayed in his lane
If he think he glizzy, I'm lettin' it flame, If he think he litty, I'm lettin' it bang
I'm on the block, wit' a whole lotta' crips, Fazo the blood and he totin' the stick
Why these GD n*ggas on my di*k? If it's up then n*gga make it lit
Civilian who? n*gga you dumb, wit' the Wooo he ready to dump
And we got a few knocks in the trunk, and I got a few n*ggas in my lungs
Like, and my old mans movin' funny, but f*ck it, I'm slidin' for real
Can't come back to this block, and if he do, he dyin' for real
I really hope when I see you that you got a gun, cause if not then you better run
Click-click, up it he done, on my body, she think I'm the one
In the spot, wit' all of my guaps, we from Chester, we get it a lot
Big EBK, anybody get shot, and it's up, I'm not jackin' ya' bop
Not jackin' that b*tch, she all over the town, don't even know how you still around
Red beam on his nose like a clown, nobody there then we spinnin' around
[Chorus]
Shnoodles knock em' out, if that n*gga lookin' at me
Damn, now I got blood on my Fazo's
For the sitchy, I'm callin' up Fazo
Hole in his face, like a bagel
Can't wait till I see boy, n*gga thinkin' it's sweet, okay, can't wait till we meet
Me and bro was spinnin' on feet
We got hella' shots like we in a bar, like
Told bro, "Flip that car"
Check the stats, they know who we are
Bro got the beam so it's no gettin' far
Poppy Woo, we gon' run up a check
Movin' oppy, then he gettin' stretched
On my brethren, we do it the best
Poke out the knocker, blowin' like a ref