Kay Flock - PSA Lyrics
song lyrics 'PSA' by Kay Flock. Here are excerpts of the lyrics of the song PSA: Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up Don’t do Ciroc, only Ac’ in my cup grrt baow, baow...". find other song lyrics at Blog Nesialyrics. You can subscribe to this song through official digital media such as iTunes, Spotify and other official online media or you can listen to it through the Youtube.
PSA Lyrics
Big DOA, nigga [?]
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
Grrt, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Hey, 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 Ciroc, only Ac’ 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 (Where you goin’? Grrt, baow, baow)
I’m a GBG, baby, so, bitch, 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, bitch, it’s just me and my gun (It’s just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I’m the king of New York an’ I’m still outside makin’ ’em run (Don’t run, bitch I do what I want)
Just copped out on a Carti’
Oh she jackin’ my baba in a heartbeat
I like my bitch gangster, I don’t like ’em Barbie
It get active like Ricky and Morty (Like)
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 a army (Grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
See the line so I’m packin’ the bitch
Feel under pressure, I’m blastin’ the shit
V210 how I’m whackin’ the whip
He shot a opp 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)
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 Ciroc, only Ac’ 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 (Where you goin’? Grrt, baow)
I’m a GBG, baby, so, bitch, 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, bitch, it’s just me and my gun (It’s just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I’m the king of New York an’ I’m still outside makin’ ’em run (Don’t run, bitch, I do what I want)
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