PSA Lyrics

Why you always on the net and talking crazy, what's up

Your baddest bitch, I wouldn't hit, she gotta pay me to fuck

Nah matter of fact, fuck that, she couldn't pay me enough

I think he beat his bitch again, she lost her baby, what's up

He thought that diss was tough, I heard that shit and said, what the fuck?

Nigga flexing last week's paycheck, and claim that he up

Nigga scared to run the ones, he know I'm breaking him up

He got that lil' ass gun, we got the drac' in the cut

That boy like 20 fucking minors, nigga's crazy as fuck

And you keep talking about my checks, you know they wavy as fuck

You know this city not jackin' you all they playing is us

(That sound like extortion)

(That's what you call it)

(Nigga that's what it is, fuck you talkin' about)

(I call it, capitalism)

Niggas know I play for keeps in this shit

Like some street cleaner, spin through and start sweeping the strip

Nigga think he lit, he went to jail for beating a bitch

And for shooting and not hitting shit, he weak in this bitch

If I wanted to, I'd really spend a week in this bitch

See me as competition, but it's me versus me in this shit

And he got three million views off TikTok, no one streaming his shit

And I had love for them niggas, but my heart got anemic and shit

Them niggas wanted smoke, I had to blow some steam in this shit

After this diss, they gon' write down, it's too late if you reading this shit

Bro got the G's, ARPs, and 223s in this shit

This nigga mad that I fucked his ex, shoulda had her eating the dick

I had to wake these niggas up, look like they sleeping and shit

And when I see him, I'ma beat him how he beating his bitch

Should've known I'm not the one to fuck with

You not bout your paper nigga, your ass be on dumb shit

Better watch where you come around, you not valid in my function

If the guys see him walk inside the spot, then we gon' jump him

If we notice that he reaching in a fanny, we gon' dump him

You was locked up, bro had your shorty blowing like a trumpet

I be rolling up the Liam, but the Yampi still be bussin'

Why these niggas broke and tryna beef, this shit disgusting

You say my name and that's what's up, it's stuck and no adjusting

And that chain you rock Fugazi nigga, shit look like it's rusting

And the only time I talk is on the beat, ain't no discussion

If you move the wrong way, bro on the left, already clutching

Niggas try to ride my wave, but they just came, them niggas sunken

Niggas try to flex a couple hundred, but I guess it's something

Damn near the whole gang, hit that bitch that you was cuffing

It don't matter where we going, though, we gotta bring the guns in

Niggas know I'm one-on-one, shit got me feeling like I'm Brunson

It don't matter what you say you did, you ain't amount to nothing