Psst lyrics

[Verse 1: Savv4x]
I get mad then out my spliff then hit that block tryna smoke a opp
If I don’t have a ouly, I’ll jump in a ligi that’s on God
I don’t work the digi, I’ll come kick your door off of the lock
I don’t talk a lot, I pop out, come move spooky with my knock
Jakes is always at my spot, get paranoid when I hear knocks
Could never tell me I don’t slide, was on the bus tryna bend the opps
And for the cros right now I’m slidin’, I’ll provide when this take off
Cro I’m goin’ got, don’t get no notis ‘cause I turn them off
For every opp I was sick, I swear I get giddy for them drops
I get a pin on him, I swear I’ma lock that n*gga off
Don’t care for your drip, you could perk Amiri in your bops
I’ll still pop your chain, I don’t need it I just like to rob
And I’m from the Vern, don’t gotta say what I throw up or what I drop
You can spin this b*tch, that’s a easy way to catch a shot
And I’ll specify the whip, that’s where I’m at, you want the drop
And I’ll specify its hollows in this bop, you wanna swap?

[Verse 2: 100 OTD]
I don’t think he wants to do that ‘cause we spinned the bend a lot
Leave him in the parkin’ lot
Smoke him, sh*t, that hit the spot
My broski like to whip the pot
My steppers shoot, don’t need to talk
Empty then reload the Glock
f*ck the opps, like, hold some shots
Talkin’ like they on some hots
Like, we don’t come paint their blocks
Duck, duck, goose, b*tch, don’t get caught
We on their blocks, around the clock
22’s and thirty bops, you know that’s a dirty mop
[Verse 3: KsBvndz]
We ain’t sittin’ on no drops
And he got pitched for talkin’ hot
My killer love to spill it’s the reason why he show no face
These n*ggas cap ‘bout drills, let’s talk ‘bout their OG’s gettin’ faced
And they should know it’s real, but sh*t, we gotta put ‘em in they place
These n*ggas love to play the phone but n*ggas never show no face
And n*ggas know to walk alone ‘cause you know n*ggas gettin’ chased
And he done caught it like once, so I don’t think he’ll get away

[Verse 4: Savv4x, KsBvndz & 100 OTD]
And n*ggas do not come outside, just walk your block, come out and play
Yeah, he was dissin’ all the cros but he still caught one to his face
And not just him, his crodie too
He in the sky, they singin’ blues
I’ll take that cuban off your neck, don’t hide your wrist, that rollie too
And I don’t like to sit in traps, I’ll kick your door and take your food
And broski call me Ks Bandit, that I be takin’ n*ggas loot
My n*gga spillin’ sh*t for fun, that n*gga dissed then now he runtz
They say that Savv is not on sh*t
These kids see me and then they run
If OTD send out the blitz, you know that’s somethin’ gettin’ bun
The youngin’s wanna step, they gonna spin your ends for fun