P.S.A.

See through the hate
Smile in my face but probably wanna set me up
Put any nigga on a stretcher if they tryna wet me up
Ain't never had shit
I come from the bottom we had it rough
My pistol tucked wit' a full clip
I tap the trigger watch it bust
Bitch i'm a playa
I fuck hoes and i rock gold and i get cash
Turn the city up wit' them switches
We'll come get on yo' ass
Can't recognize the car
We shoot it up
Nobody get a pass
I say fuck that love shit
Bitch broke my heart, got in my bag
4 inch barrel on my rifle
And this bitch came wit' a 60
Let's rock and roll
You get stepped on if you niggas ain't rollin' wit' me
I'm so 8G i'm so 2100
Bitch i be wit' it
That's all i know nigga
Fuck what claimin' bitch let's get it
Like where you at
Nigga let's get it up
Strapped up wit' 4 Ks and 3 Glocks
And we ridin' in 3 trucks
Catch you slippin' bust you up
Them hollows fuck you up
If you still alive when i come spinnin'
I ain't did enough
I'm comin' back
Doublin' back
Bitch you better have yo' strap
Murder on my mind
I feel like Melly
Get yo tater tapped
These niggas don't be outside
I swear that shit be cap
On instagram they tellin' lies
Seen him he ran a lap

Yeah
Bitch we get on yo' ass
Nobody get a pass
Say it go like this when i spin
3 shooters we hop out the car
Send bullets in the wind
Say it go like this when i spin
3 shooters we hop out the car
Send bullets in the wind
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Torrance Ruff
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