PSA Lyrics – Kay Flock
Out in the street, they call it ***
Big DOA, ***
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
Grrt, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Like, grrah-grrah
Grrt, baow, baow
*** the diss, I’ma act the *** up
Everything dead, I ain’t dappin’ ’em up (Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the *** 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, ***, 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, ***, it’s just me and my *** (It’s just me and my ***, baow, baow)
I’m the king of New York and I’m still outside makin’ ’em run (Don’t run, *** I do what I want)
Just copped out on a Carti’ (Carti’)
Oh, she jackin’ my vibe in a heartbeat (Heartbeat)
I like my *** gangster, I don’t like ’em Barbie (***)
It get active like Ricky and Morty (Like, grrt, baow)
Tap your head (Rah-Rah)
*** Rah got clapped now he in the Marley (Baow, baow)
*** dead
And I’m tough by myself, no, I don’t need a army (Grrah)
Out in the street they call it ***
Big DOA, ***
She the line so I’m packin’ the ***
Feel under pressure, I’m blastin’ the ***
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)
*** the diss, I’ma act the *** up
Everything dead, I ain’t dappin’ ’em up (Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the *** 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, ***, 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, ***, it’s just me and my *** (It’s just me and my ***, baow, baow)
I’m the king of New York an’ I’m still outside makin’ ’em run (Don’t run, ***, I do what I want)
