PSA

(Out in the street, they call it merther) 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 Act' in my cup (grrt, baow-baow) Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that's tough, like He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (grrt, baow-baow, where you goin'?) I'm a GBG baby, so bitch, I'ma click 'til it's done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (dummy) 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 gangsta, 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 an army (grrah) Out in the street, they call it merther, 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 wit' it It get nasty, now he coughin' out blood, told y'all that I get active wit' 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 Act' in my cup (grrt, baow-baow) Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that's tough, like He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (grrt, baow, where you goin'?) I'm a GBG baby, so bitch, I'ma click 'til it's done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (dummy, grrt) 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)