PSA feat. Kyle Richh

(Ooh, Tash)
Grah
Every opp shot (grah)

Suck my dick
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 niggas 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
Niggas ain't opps, they fans
What did you do when you ran into me?
Damn, these niggas pussy
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 niggas, soft no napkin
Bullets gon' put 'em to sleep, no nappin'
And these niggas be bluffin' and chattin'
He think I'm pussy 'cause I went to college

Come here, let me show you what a glock is
Rip through his brain
I might fuck up his knowledge
I been outside since a jit
Bitch, I was raised in the ville'
I was thirteen when my brother had died

Then I picked up a tooley 'cause shit 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)

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 courtland, let's do this shit right
Niggas 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 fuck with the Wock', get into it
That bitch wanna fuck, 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 niggas 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, fucking 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' niggas, 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
Fuck 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, niggas heard what I said, like

Like what?
Ah
Every opp shot
Everything dead
Grah