P.S.A ft. Heavychexk Jay & 8BK Shiesty Lyrics

Y'all used to be a cool kid, they say I'm actin' crazy

High as fuck off this Quagen juice, it got me movin' lazy

Yeah, that bitch let me fuck her, nigga know she feel ashamed

I got four pockets full like a nigga signed with Baby

Hit yo' ass up and fucked the city up, thought I was playin

Yeah, I got hit up and got back up like it was all games

Threw a .50 on my Glizzy, why

Cause I got bad aim

Told me go and hit the range, I went and practiced on they block

Young as hell, I had a hard head like I ain't have a pops

Told my mama I ain't duckin' shit, I'm still hittin' blocks

I'm with T, think he from the chi, he say he got his mop

Told Woo to put his self up, he gettin' over hot

Told Brody put his mask down, we finna make it hot

Yeah, hop out, reel his ass in, I'm fishin' with a Glock

Told the Guys, stay dangerous forever, fuck the opps

I'm the type to have my own bag, I ain't pitchin', out no pot

Bro, who you see? That's the opps, drop the windows, swing the Glock

In the hood, I move strategic, I ain't stayin' on one block

It's a deuce', in this 20 ounce, it's not a regular pop

She a pro, when it come to head, she always down for top

She like, saucy, why you look so sleepy? I'm leanin' off the wock

Without drugs, I might pop, I got drink, just bring the pops

I got no love in my heart, I never had a pops

Yeah, I'm a cool dude, but I spin a nigga block

And I got paper in my pocket, but I won't flex like the rock

This shit sad, in the hood, I can't show face, cause I'm hot

I had to put my sauce to the test and fuck another thot

I had to put my trust in the bag over posting on the block

I can't trust no bop, bitch, that's always posted on the block

And if we get your drop, same day, we spinnin' your lil' block

My nigga top, got one hobby, he like sittin' on the opps

Niggas cheaper than a bitch, pocket full of spinach

Bitch, I'm tryna spend it, I heard niggas finished

I'm in the chasin' paper, I ain't chasin' bitches

I brought a four, gang said, he got a four to match with it

You at home broke as fuck, why is you livin'

All this pup in this bitch should, start a kennel

Lil' bitch actin' dumb, think she need some Ritalin

I don't pop the Percocets, I don't do the Chrissies

I be off the walk, I bought the lick for the bitches

Fat nigga with a roll bitch, I feel like Biggie

If I told you about your bitch, you gon' wanna kill me

If I told you about your bitch, you gon' wanna kill her

I'm finna bust one, matter of fact, come and get her

Did the route there in back, still quagey sippin

Took my niece' baby bottle and put maple in it

Nell spinnin' on the purp, ay Jay call that nigga

Ayy, man, nah, for real

Fuck all that studio shit, Call that nigga

Ayy, man, shit