"PSA" lyrics
PSA
First off, in my eyes Ion got no beef
Any day you could see me outside
Outside where my opps don't be
Like "free da bros till we meet."
Walk-down gang — we don't need no V, uh
You wanna get closer to God? Just come on that block where I be
These niggas be chattin' n shit, that's why I came back in this bitch — I'm zippin' them up
Artillery packed in whip, so please don't lack on the strip — we picking you up
Like fuck all that rapping n shit, quit all that actin' n shit like who really tough, uh
This .40 I got, call it "special delivery," you know that it's sending you up.
Yeah, I'm feeling Biggie like "Who Shot Ya?" Anybody could get popped, so move proper
Fross in effect, the big stomper — you ain't calling 'bout money, just don't bother
Belt to the opps, a good father, and this bitch doing dick so don't call her
Come from the L where it's goblins — he was speaking on bro, now he talking
And you know that we been them niggas, that's a fact, so don't be another in the pack, flip
Shorty shit be looking fat, I got in the club with duffle in her crack lit
And bro still fucked that bitch; he damn well don't trust her
The opps still love that bitch — she know damn well we fucked her
Big T know I'm tact with the G
It seem like killing them never enough
Next one going back in the (ruff)
You dropping my shit? I'ma come through your block and watch how you drop at your feet
And don't think about jacking no piece
For the bros, I'ma make sure you meet, damn, uh
For the bros, I'ma make sure you meet
And I dare one you to say you outside — it's gon' be your last time in the street
Give a fuck who you are — yeah, you know what I know
These hollows will change how you breathe
If we get in the car, then we spinning them all
Till a nigga get spinned out his sneaks, damn
Till a nigga get spinned out his sneaks
If we get in that car, then we spinning them all
Till a nigga get spinned out his sneaks, damn
He get hit with the beam
Pussy
Glarr
Uh
First off, in my eyes I ion got no beef
Any day you could see me outside
Outside where my opps don't be
Like "free da bros till we meet."
Walk-down gang — we don't need no V, uh
You wanna get closer to God? Just come on that block where I be
These niggas be chattin' n shit, that's why I came back in this bitch — I'm zippin' them up
Artillery packed in whip, so please don't lack on the strip — we picking you up
Like fuck all that rapping n shit, quit all that actin' n shit like who really tough, uh
This .40 I got, call it "special delivery," you know that it's sending you up.
First off, in my eyes Ion got no beef
Any day you could see me outside
Outside where my opps don't be
Like "free da bros till we meet."
Walk-down gang — we don't need no V, uh
You wanna get closer to God? Just come on that block where I be
These niggas be chattin' n shit, that's why I came back in this bitch — I'm zippin' them up
Artillery packed in whip, so please don't lack on the strip — we picking you up
Like fuck all that rapping n shit, quit all that actin' n shit like who really tough, uh
This .40 I got, call it "special delivery," you know that it's sending you up.
Yeah, I'm feeling Biggie like "Who Shot Ya?" Anybody could get popped, so move proper
Fross in effect, the big stomper — you ain't calling 'bout money, just don't bother
Belt to the opps, a good father, and this bitch doing dick so don't call her
Come from the L where it's goblins — he was speaking on bro, now he talking
And you know that we been them niggas, that's a fact, so don't be another in the pack, flip
Shorty shit be looking fat, I got in the club with duffle in her crack lit
And bro still fucked that bitch; he damn well don't trust her
The opps still love that bitch — she know damn well we fucked her
Big T know I'm tact with the G
It seem like killing them never enough
Next one going back in the (ruff)
You dropping my shit? I'ma come through your block and watch how you drop at your feet
And don't think about jacking no piece
For the bros, I'ma make sure you meet, damn, uh
For the bros, I'ma make sure you meet
And I dare one you to say you outside — it's gon' be your last time in the street
Give a fuck who you are — yeah, you know what I know
These hollows will change how you breathe
If we get in the car, then we spinning them all
Till a nigga get spinned out his sneaks, damn
Till a nigga get spinned out his sneaks
If we get in that car, then we spinning them all
Till a nigga get spinned out his sneaks, damn
He get hit with the beam
Pussy
Glarr
Uh
First off, in my eyes I ion got no beef
Any day you could see me outside
Outside where my opps don't be
Like "free da bros till we meet."
Walk-down gang — we don't need no V, uh
You wanna get closer to God? Just come on that block where I be
These niggas be chattin' n shit, that's why I came back in this bitch — I'm zippin' them up
Artillery packed in whip, so please don't lack on the strip — we picking you up
Like fuck all that rapping n shit, quit all that actin' n shit like who really tough, uh
This .40 I got, call it "special delivery," you know that it's sending you up.
