PSA lyrics

[Intro: Kyle Richh]
(Ooh, Tash)
Grah
Every opp shot (Grah)

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh & Kenzo Balla]
Suck my di*k
I'm on hots
He not a demon, he tough with his knocks
(Like, how was you smoking my deads?)
Man got dropped, he was yellin' my head
Like, and these n*ggas not smoking on Lay, bow
Reverse to see how he lay
Damn, I got money, they think I'm the man
Too too deep, just me and my tan
n*ggas ain't opps, they fans
What did you do when you ran into me?
Damn, these n*ggas pus*y
And we been on live on they block
He tryna reach, too late, been clapped him (Click, click)
Put that boy in the past tense
Opp n*ggas, soft no napkin
Bullets gon' put 'em to sleep, no nappin'
And these n*ggas be bluffin' and chattin'
He think I'm pus*y 'cause I went to college
Come here, let me show you what a Glock is
Rip through his brain, I might f*ck up his knowledge
I been outside since a jit
b*tch, I was raised in the Ville'
I was thirteen when my brother had died, then I picked up a tooley 'cause sh*t gettin' real
Too much feelings to put in a pen
All these feelings, I wanna go spin
Bi-Big bro told me to chill
You gon' be good, when you get you a deal
Between my brothers, we share every mil'
Free the 'ooters, who locked in the cell
Loco, 2Makk, Bdot, Twelve
Love my brothers, I love 'em for life (Ah)
Two twin chops, I don't need to fight (Ah)
[Verse 2: Kenzo Balla]
Try to front, he got beat with the pipe
Two three shots, I'm feeling like Mike
Keep a strap on my hip, no dyke
Spinning through Courtlandt, let's do this sh*t right
n*ggas dissing the five for the hype
I'm tryna catch me an O at the light
I send shots at they body, I'm not tryna type
Like wait, who that in the room
Oh, he jackin' the O's? I'ma boom
She tryna f*ck with the Wock', get into it
That b*tch wanna f*ck, I keep me a boom
'Cause they know a new pack coming soon
Notti got poked and put up on the news
How you smoking on bro? Like what y'all n*ggas do?
Me and my fifty's really going kuu
Shoot up the party if they getting jiggy
I'm big EBK, DOA from the fifty
Oh, they looking for me? Come get wit' me
Shots to the belly, f*cking up his kidney
Perky bussin', got me dizzy
But sitchy stay on me, I'm always on fifty
Big DieOs, DieGz, I'm mixy
He run up, I flock my pistol
Now let's take a trip to '94
Ray get to uppin', tryna up the score
Lil' n*ggas, they ready ain't for war
I spot me a shh, leave him dead on the floor
I'ma flock and watch these bullets pour
Hollows gon' hit his body, now he sore
When we dump, we tryna hit him more
f*ck a rapper, tryna get him gone
Kicking they candles, everything dead
Grab my chop, fill it with lead
When I walk, one in the head
That boy is awake, 'til we put him to bed
Like, two three shots, he-he dead
When I spin through they block, all I see is red
Put 'em to bed, tryna flock off the peg
I'm every O shot, n*ggas heard what I said, like
[Outro: Kenzo Balla]
Like what?
Ah
Every opp shot
Everything dead
Grah