Kay Flock - PSA lyrics
[Kay Flock - PSA lyrics]
Out in the street, they call it murder
Big DOA, nigga
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
Grrt, grrah, grrah-grrah grrah, grrah-grrah
Like, grrah-grrah grrt, baow, baow
Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up
Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up
(Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up
Don't do Cîroc, only Ac' in my cup
(Grrt, baow, baow) try to duck, got a beam
On the scope, thats tough, like
He ain't goin' nowhere
I'm shootin' wherever he run
(Where you goin'? Grrt, baow, baow)
I'm a GBG baby, so, bitch
I'ma click till it's done
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run
I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummies)
Outside, no security, bitch
It's just me and my gun
(It's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York and
I'm still outside makin' 'em run
(Don't run, bitch I do what I want)
Just copped out on a Carti' (Carti')
Oh, she jackin' my vibe in a heartbeat
(Heartbeat) i like my bitch gangster
I don't like 'em Barbie (Bitch)
It get active like Ricky and Morty
(Like, grrt, baow) tap your head (Rah-Rah)
Nigga Rah got clapped now he in the Marley
(Baow, baow) nigga dead
And I'm tough by myself, no
I don't need a army (Grrah)
Out in the street they call it murder
Big DOA, nigga
She the line so I'm packin' the bitch
Feel under pressure, I'm blastin' the shit
V210 how I'm whackin' the whip
He tried to up but I'm faster with it
It get nasty, now he coughin' out blood
Told you that I get active with it
(Grrt, baow, baow)
Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up
Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up
(Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up
Don't do Cîroc, only Ac' in my cup
(Grrt, baow, baow) try to duck, got a beam
On the scope, thats tough, like
He ain't goin' nowhere
I'm shootin' wherever he run
(Where you goin'? Grrt, baow)
I'm a GBG, baby, so, bitch
I'ma click till it's done
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run
I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummies)
Outside, no security, bitch
It's just me and my gun
(It's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York an'
I'm still outside makin' 'em run
(Don't run, bitch, I do what I want)
Big DOA, nigga
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
Grrt, grrah, grrah-grrah grrah, grrah-grrah
Like, grrah-grrah grrt, baow, baow
Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up
Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up
(Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up
Don't do Cîroc, only Ac' in my cup
(Grrt, baow, baow) try to duck, got a beam
On the scope, thats tough, like
He ain't goin' nowhere
I'm shootin' wherever he run
(Where you goin'? Grrt, baow, baow)
I'm a GBG baby, so, bitch
I'ma click till it's done
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run
I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummies)
Outside, no security, bitch
It's just me and my gun
(It's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York and
I'm still outside makin' 'em run
(Don't run, bitch I do what I want)
Just copped out on a Carti' (Carti')
Oh, she jackin' my vibe in a heartbeat
(Heartbeat) i like my bitch gangster
I don't like 'em Barbie (Bitch)
It get active like Ricky and Morty
(Like, grrt, baow) tap your head (Rah-Rah)
Nigga Rah got clapped now he in the Marley
(Baow, baow) nigga dead
And I'm tough by myself, no
I don't need a army (Grrah)
Out in the street they call it murder
Big DOA, nigga
She the line so I'm packin' the bitch
Feel under pressure, I'm blastin' the shit
V210 how I'm whackin' the whip
He tried to up but I'm faster with it
It get nasty, now he coughin' out blood
Told you that I get active with it
(Grrt, baow, baow)
Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up
Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up
(Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up
Don't do Cîroc, only Ac' in my cup
(Grrt, baow, baow) try to duck, got a beam
On the scope, thats tough, like
He ain't goin' nowhere
I'm shootin' wherever he run
(Where you goin'? Grrt, baow)
I'm a GBG, baby, so, bitch
I'ma click till it's done
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run
I'ma turn him to Runtz (Dummies)
Outside, no security, bitch
It's just me and my gun
(It's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York an'
I'm still outside makin' 'em run
(Don't run, bitch, I do what I want)