Psa - Courtside

(Out in the street, they call it murder) 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 Cîroc, 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-grrt-baow) 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 (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, 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 I like my bitch gangster, I don't like 'em Barbie 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 murder) Big DOA, nigga 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 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) Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up Everythin' dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (everybody shot) Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up Don't do Cîroc, 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 'til 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, and I'm still outside makin' 'em run (don't run) (bitch, I do what I want)

Grrah nigga Dont add a "K" after my sewe Niggas act fake nowadays Spin thru the sev Trynna catch me a flocka Hop out the V hit him in his mata KD6 Young Boy all you talk (Who that nigga) Like, Eli Gzzz wheres your pops? Catch me an opp imma put em in lock Catch me a Murda imma knock her out (Murda B) Catch me a Kenzo imma knock her out (Kenzo B) Try to run up im callin' the yaya Rah Rah got clapped and nobody gon spin Dont run, Dont trip Ive been dying to click (Grrah, grrah) If i catch me a opp imma up it and flame If i spin yo' block i wont leave a trace (That's PSA) Got a beam so how would i miss? Try to run away im gonna click Spin they block then drop a diss (Grrah)

(Ooh, Tash) Grah Every opp shot (Grah) Suck my dick I'm on hots He not a demon, he tough with his knocks (Like, how was you smoking my deads?) Man got dropped, he was yellin' my head Like, and these niggas not smoking on Lay, bow Reverse to see how he lay Damn, I got money, they think I'm the man Too too deep, just me and my tan Niggas ain't opps, they fans What did you do when you ran into me? Damn, these niggas pussy And we been on live on they block He tryna reach, too late, been clapped him (Click, click) Put that boy in the past tense Opp niggas, soft no napkin Bullets gon' put 'em to sleep, no nappin' And these niggas be bluffin' and chattin' He think I'm pussy 'cause I went to college Come here, let me show you what a Glock is Rip through his brain I might fuck up his knowledge I been outside since a jit Bitch, I was raised in the Ville' I was thirteen when my brother had died Then I picked up a tooley 'cause shit gettin' real Too much feelings to put in a pen All these feelings, I wanna go spin Bi-Big bro told me to chill You gon' be good, when you get you a deal Between my brothers, we share every mil' Free the 'ooters, who locked in the cell Loco, 2Makk, Bdot, Twelve Love my brothers, I love 'em for life (Ah) Two twin chops, I don't need to fight (Ah) Try to front, he got beat with the pipe Two three shots, I'm feeling like Mike Keep a strap on my hip, no dyke Spinning through Courtlandt, let's do this shit right Niggas dissing the five for the hype I'm tryna catch me an O at the light I send shots at they body, I'm not tryna type Like wait, who that in the room Oh, he jackin' the O's? I'ma boom She tryna fuck with the Wock', get into it That bitch wanna fuck, I keep me a boom 'Cause they know a new pack coming soon Notti got poked and put up on the news How you smoking on bro? Like what y'all niggas do? Me and my fifty's really going kuu Shoot up the party if they getting jiggy I'm big EBK, DOA from the fifty Oh, they looking for me? Come get wit' me Shots to the belly, fucking up his kidney Perky bussin', got me dizzy But sitchy stay on me, I'm always on fifty Big DieOs, DieGz, I'm mixy He run up, I flock my pistol Now let's take a trip to '94 Ray get to uppin', tryna up the score Lil' niggas, they ready ain't for war I spot me a shh, leave him dead on the floor I'ma flock and watch these bullets pour Hollows gon' hit his body, now he sore When we dump, we tryna hit him more Fuck a rapper, tryna get him gone Kicking they candles, everything dead Grab my chop, fill it with lead When I walk, one in the head That boy is awake, 'til we put him to bed Like, two three shots, he-he dead When I spin through they block, all I see is red Put 'em to bed, tryna flock off the peg I'm every O shot, niggas heard what I said, like Like what? Ah Every opp shot Everything dead Grah