PSA

[Intro]
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[Verse]
Finna shoot, got none to lose
Big ass clip, it's none to shoot
Fuck that boy, fuck his family too
We got racks, tucked in the roof
Just got off the phone with my pops
He said, "Ya' boy, couldn't fit in ya' shoe"
Real life, he really talkin' the truth
Turn on the mic', then I talk in the booth
Bitch, this Audi, 2022
Bitch, the color, baby blue
I just got on the phone, I'm pluggin' Auto-Tune
Dick in her mouth, now she inaudible
Been the one, before I came out the fuckin' womb
Swish on the 808s, they talkin' to 'еm
Put a switch on the fade aways, it's really shootin'
Gotta switch up thе 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, bitches 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 fuckin' with any niggas at the moment
I stay with my brothers, like it's Jonas
All y'all rap niggas jokes, [?]
Bitch off Perc'
Bitch off Percocets, 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 niggas be fans, got some nerve (Woo, woo)
Fuck nigga, mind my business
Had gang, play yo' new shit, heard crickets
We'll leave the whole scene, no witnesses
Top dog, bitch, y'all niggas some bitches
Blue hunnid, y'all niggas not crippin'
Ain't had shit, so the shit hit different
Went a hunnid on wrist, no kizzy
Red body, young nigga went Trippie
Ain't pick up the bitch phone, I'm busy (Ha)
Smokin' real dope, this ain't no stizzy
Hop in the Lamb', [?], 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, bitch ass nigga, wan' tango
Put a nigga on the screen, Fandango
Try run up, nigga on payroll
I'm in the A, lil' bitch, like Clayco
[?] lil' hoe, fuckin' her whole face off
Caught a body, ain't see shit [?]
I'm in the Scat pack, wish a nigga skrrt off
Racks to his head, we'll get a nigga payed off, gang (.55)
.55 bullet, gon' fade him (Yeah, yeah)
Lil' nigga try me one time, I bet I erase him
Two chop', bitch, like a razor
No Lil Baby, need two hundred for the occasion (Yeah, yeah)
Broke ass nigga can't walk in the stands, I'ma fuck his bitch, and leave some in her hair
Two shots, leave him the fuck over there
We give no fucks, already goin' to Hell
Pour a line, I'm tryna see the stars (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm with the gang, coolin' in the 'Vette (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna fuck? Hoe meet me tomorrow (Woo, woo)
I got money on my mind, I can't go for shit (Woo)
Glock a bad bitch, this a bloody clip (No cap)
Let a nigga try me, then it's lit (Yeah, yeah)
Four by four, skrrtin' off the whip
I'm the shark, and all these niggas shrimp (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
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