PSA Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

Used to having shit your way, bitch, I put you in your place

Yeah, I know you got a man, let's get that nigga out the way

Open season on my opps, get the cameras out my face

I got too much fuckin' motion, so I round out with a Drac

Comin' for the stickman, you best not fuckin' miss, man

Bought a chain that I ain't like, I gave it to the bros

So much work I do for Camp, they better give me MVP

Too many hits to count, niggas can't pay me for a verse

Actin' like he like that, but I know his ass a nerd

Postin' all them guns, but he ain't never put in work

Do the math, why the fuck your niggas in the dirt

All my niggas breathin', if they not, then nigga, we don't need em

If she ain't suckin' dick or bustin' down, nigga, kick her out

We bout a bag around this bitch, can't be fuckin' with a slut

Pass it to my sons, I got a few

Bitch its up again

Niggas try to line me, but I ducked again

My nigga got no guidance, he keep spinnin' till he dizzy

Fuck the opps, we put them niggas down, then we keep on dissin

If you could take my bitch, then keep the hoe, did my ass a favor

I ain't tender over pussy, that shit come and that shit go

Too many baddies on my roster, need a good girl at the crib

Wishin' Jessica would call me, but she ended up with Q