PSA lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (f*ck, f*ck)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Swi-Swishrr beats)

[Verse]
Im gon' shoot' I got none to lose
Big ass clip, it's none to shoot
f*ck that boy, f*ck his family too
We got racks taller than the roof
Just got off the phone with my pops
He said, "Ya' boy, couldn't fit in ya' shoes"
Real life, he really talkin' the truth
Turn on the mic', then I talk in the booth
b*tch, this Audi 2022
b*tch, better call up Betty Boop
I just got on the phone, I'm pluggin' Auto-Tune
di*k in her mouth, now she inaudible
Been the one, before I came out the f*ckin' womb
Swish on thе 808s, they talkin' to 'em
Put a switch on the fadе aways, it's really shootin'
Gotta switch up the swag, 'cause everybody clonin'
Put a beam on the Glock, I call it, "Where you goin'?"
Issey Miyake, rock it with Rick Owen
I'm the top dog, b*tches tryna get the boner
White shooter on the roster like Sabonis
He got dreads like some pasta, cook him if he on it
I ain't f*ckin' with any n*ggas at the moment
I stay with my brothers, like it's Jonas
All y'all rap n*ggas jokes, it's really get to [drumming?]
b*tch off Perc'
b*tch off Percosets, she want perfect sex, she want work
Sippin' purple med', poppin' rubber bands, that's my work (Fah)
Okay, that's yo' mans, we gon' knock him down, yeah, for sure
Try play 'bout my bands, rap n*ggas be fans, got some nerve (Woo, woo)
f*ck n*gga, mind my business
Had gang, play yo' new sh*t, heard crickets
We'll leave the whole scene, no witnesses
Top dog, b*tch, y'all n*ggas some b*tches
Blue hunnid, y'all n*ggas not crippin'
Ain't had sh*t, so the sh*t hit different
Went a hunnid on wrist, no kizzy
Red body, young n*gga went Trippie
Ain't pick up the b*tch phone, I'm busy (Ha)
Smokin' real dope, this ain't no stizzy
Hop in the Lamb', new car, went Bentley
Ain't no handout, got my own milli'
Moncler coat, I got a lil' chilly
Ain't no matter where I'm at, not trippin'
Bankroll, hunnid bands, love the whole fifty (Bankroll, hunnid bands, love the whole fifty)
Come on, b*tch ass n*gga, wan' tango
Put a n*gga on the screen, Fandango
Try run up, n*gga on payroll
I'm in the A, lil' b*tch, like Clayco
[Living?], lil' ho, f*ckin' her whole face off
Caught a body, ain't see sh*t, Ray Charles
I'm in the Scat pack, wish a n*gga skrrt off
Racks to his head, we'll get a n*gga payed off, gang (.55)
.55 bullet, gon' fade him (Yeah, yeah)
Lil' n*gga try me one time, I bet I erase him
Two chop', b*tch, like a razor
No Lil Baby, need two hundred for the occasion (Yeah, yeah)
Broke ass n*gga can't walk in the stands, I'ma f*ck his b*tch, and leave some in her hair
Two shots, leave him the f*ck over there
We give no f*cks, already goin' to Hell
Pour a line, I'm tryna see the stars (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I'm with the gang, coolin' in the 'Vette (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna f*ck? Ho meet me tomorrow (Woo, woo)
I got money on my mind, I can't go for sh*t (Woo)
Glock a bad b*tch, this a bloody clip (No cap)
Let a n*gga try me, then it's lit (Yeah, yeah)
Four by four, skrrtin' off the whip
I'm the shark, and all these n*ggas shrimp (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
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