PSA Lyrics by Kay Flock
Big DOA, n****
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 alc’ 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, bitches, it’s 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 baba in a heartbeat (Heartbeat)
I like my bitch gangster, I don’t like ’em Barbie (Bitch)
It get active like Ricky and Morty (Like)
Tap your head (Rah, Rah)
N**** Rah got clapped now he in the Marley (Baow, baow)
N**** dead
And I’m tough by myself, no, I don’t need a army (Grrah)
Big DOA, n****
See the line so I’m packin’ the bitch
Feel under pressure, I’m blastin’ the shit
V210 now 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 alc’ 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)