PSA

[Intro]
Suck my dick, nigga, this a public service announcement
I'm tired of y'all niggas dissin' me
Y'all niggas is butt, y'all niggas don't get back
I fucked a lot of y'all niggas bitches (Ah)
I'm talkin' 'bout all that on this one
On that block, posted up like a statue (Grrah)
Smokin' Dotty, nigga (Grrah)
On that block, posted up like a— (Grrah)
On that block, posted up like a— (The fuck? 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 nigga gon' creep
Walk 'em down, fuck shootin' from deep
My niggas 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'
Fuck the 8, fuck the 'Have, fuck Juu Heff, fuck Caine
Fuck Dot, we smokin' his brain
And the one that died the other day
Niggas 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 fucked his bitch
She a demon, gobble up the dick
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Izzy, shout out to that bitch
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 shit jam
Like the sun, bitch, 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 fuck he told? (Nigga, fuck your deads, killin' all my bros)

[Bridge]
Nigga, fuck your deads
Fuck Edot, nigga, fuck Notti
Who else? Fuck Rah
Fuck all 'em dead niggas

[Verse 2]
I'm in Harlem tryna let it flock
Smokin' Mel, higher than Edot
Huncho a dick, one shot, he dropped (Dickhead)
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 nigga gon' creep
Walk 'em down, fuck shootin' from deep
My niggas 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'
Fuck the 8, fuck the 'Have, fuck Juu Heff, fuck Caine
Fuck Dot, we smokin' his brain
And the one that died the other day (Rrah)