PSA

[Intro]
Grrah, like
Every opp shot, like
Grrah

[Verse]
Like, we some demons that they can not tame
DOAK, catch a flock and I flame
Beam on a, shh, and I don't gotta' aim
Walk down gang, we gon' do em' like Caine
Lost bro and I don't feel the same
Like, we the ones that been puttin' in pain
Spot a Loc we ain't playin' no games
8 on the Mud you get turned into pain
AB the Jet he on court with that gang
I'm with Lotti 2 hotty, Scotty got the thing
JB the rip, crack out let it bang
Big EBS, yeah, we started that gang
E4Rah, yeah, that shit in my veins
And y'all dead on the Woo, why you mention his name?
We smokе bobby, that nigga changed
Like, Ain't no rules whеn you step in the gang
Like 5th to the Sev, yeah, they don't do a thang
Spin the HAV not diss
Ask 'em around what we do to the Mitch
Matter fact ask some niggas who got all the hits
We do walk-ups, y'all niggas miss
Nigga died by the V
Y'all no Charlie a Spliff
Smokin Zay, he didn't have his grip
Two shots to his dome and he fell on his shit
Like catch Winter we giving her dick
Demi a bitch she was givin' out spits
Lackin' with Stacy, Remember that shit
Like, opp shot put the beam on a Blick
Nigga died in the Stuy got lined by a bitch (C-HII!)
C-Hii dead and they still ain't do shit
Nigga died with his gun, couldn't see through them tints
Headshot gang oh that nigga got trimmed
Nazzy got shot ain't seen him ever since
Fell on the stretcher left him under the bench
Blitz both ways you could see through the fence
Play tac with the opp I'm still on they strip
Deuce five got kick put a hole in for them
Oh, he off the forty-two we leave him bent
Hop out, shh, put the beam on his friend
Like, I'm a menace I'm coming to sin
Like, on the court I feel like Uncle Ben
They know my bop, Mr.-Throwing-Like-Ten
Like, catch a O, leave him floating again
I see Kay then we throwing again
C-Hi, pop out we gon' roll him again
Head pop, new opp, he ain't breathing again
Like what? Don't flex
I'm in the field this shit deeper than rap
Nigga say he saw me that was cap
Face of the Bronx, bitch, I gotta move tac
BDot saw me he gave me a dap
Word to Woo Lotti had you runnin' track
Don't cap like most of y'all mack
Put that on Diddy gon' lie on ya' tatt
It get sitchy
Like, he was running he didn't look back
Matter fact, You a rat
Like free [??] better go get it back
He like word to my mother you whack
Woo niggas, click on that bitch and you still ain't get back
Fuck a Wedgie, get beat with a Mac
Throw up a O put a O in his back
That's a fact, you better not lack
Two deep on the miss, one Gz in the hat
Like, he ain't getting nowhere
I'm shootin' till that nigga done
Ain't no GBG babies they goin' out dead, they dumb
And I love the red beam, if he run I'ma turn him into runts
Last opp got lined by a bitch he got turned into runts (C-Hii)
I'm the face of the Bronx, and I'm still outside making 'em run
Like what? Keep it buck, how many deads do they got?
That's tough
When you run into me better up
Gun in my holster and I'm ready to pump
If it's up leave it stuck
Super sturdy, Bitch I'm super clutch
Every DOA shot, if you see 'em it's up
Nazzy died left him under the bus
Everything dead if you run into us
Ooter like Giannis he play for the bucks
Lil' bro pop out we gon' turn him to dust
Kay Flock in the spot and I could get him punched
DOAK, turn him to runts
Beam on his ligaments turn him to lunch