PSA - SugarHill Keem

(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)

Don't trip, don't trip, like Don't trip, don't trip, like Don't trip, don't trip, like Y'all niggas know what's going on, man No more free me, man I'ma start off like this, OY is me (OY is me) And you not OY OGz Free OY Quan, yeah, it's free Scotty B Free PJ, yeah he down for that heat Ayo, Kay, you a bitch, niggas heard you got shot You a bunny, yeah, you took it on a hop Move Look, uh, put the move in his sock (Put the move in his sock) I'ma start off like this, OY is me (What the fuck?) And you not OY OGz Free OY Quan, yeah, it's free Scotty B Free PJ, yeah he down for that heat Ayo, Kay, you a bitch, niggas heard you got shot You a bunny, yeah, you took it on a hop Move Look, uh, put the move in his sock (Put the move in his sock, grah) Move Look, Move Look, don't trip (don't trip) I don't got the knocks, he get beat out his kicks (Like, what?) All y'all mad 'cause I'm smoking on Rip (Like, what?) All y'all mad 'cause his bitch let me hit (Like, what?) Run up on me, I might empty that clip, like (Like, what?) Cheddar Bob (What the fuck?), you a bitch (What the fuck?) Nas EBK, you got robbed, you a lick (What the fuck? Grah) Smokin' all deads Don't trip, don't trip, like Don't trip, don't trip, like Don't trip, don't trip, like Don't trip, don't trip, like Smokin' all dеads I'ma start off like this, OY is me (What the fuck?) And you not OY OGz Free OY Quan, yeah, it's free Scotty B Free PJ, yeah he down for that heat Ayo, Kay, you a bitch, niggas heard you got shot You a bunny, yeah, you took it on a hop Move Look, uh, put the move in his sock (Put the move in his sock) Look, I ain't cappin', Move talk real shit Yus Gz, you wear fake drip Yeah, I'm smokin' on Lotti, that nigga kick Free Rundown, yeah, don't trip Fuck 13, yeah, we smokin' on Rip And your daddy, he got put out your kicks Why diss? I don't cap in my songs Your mans got clapped for the shit he was on (Grrah) I'ma start off like this, OY is me And you not OY OGz Free OY Quan, yeah, it's free Scotty B Free PJ, yeah he down for that heat Ayo, Kay, you a bitch, niggas heard you got shot You a bunny, yeah, you took it on a hop Move Look, uh, put the move in his sock (Put the move in his sock) Look, I ain't cappin', Move talk real shit Yus Gz, you wear fake drip Yeah, I'm smokin' on Lotti, that nigga kick Free Rundown, yeah, don't trip Fuck 13, yeah, we smokin' on Rip And your daddy, he got put out your kicks Why diss? I don't cap in my songs Your mans got clapped for the shit he was on

And my bitch is gor-gor-gorgeous Independent, straight out them apartments I'ma give her maximum performance I can't fall in love because I'm heartless, ooh, mmm, yeah (ayy, ooh) Whole lotta murder when it drop Get the sticks, get the mop Glow seats, gang, goin' ape shit I'ma have the Patek, hold the sky Bad bitches poppin' 'til they not Tame Impala niggas in the cut smokin' pot Prada bag shawty, used the bitch as a prop And my bitch is gor-gor-gorgeous Independent, straight out them apartments (straight out, straight out) I'ma give her maximum performance (straight out) I can't fall in love because I'm heartless Trophies hidin' in the nosebleeds Baby, get to know me, I got rich off no sleep Baby got the Rollie, workin' through the proceeds Baby, I go toe-to-toe-to-toe with the whole league Baby, let's get low-low Hidin' from them cameras, you can tell me what they don't know Take a private flight overseas with these logos Take a private flight to the breeze, fuck the promo (shh, shh, shh) Ego jumpin' out the Birkin, bitch, go lay it down Niggas out here trickin' on you, how is this in style? He gon' send a little bit to keep you down And you might do a little bit to keep him 'round I like my women smart, I like it when they brown (mmh) How did you buy that ass? Did you buy pound-for-pound? I populate the status, populate your crowd Man, let these hoes keep talkin', let 'em run they mouth And my bitch is gor-gor-gorgeous Independent, straight out them apartments I'ma give her maximum performance I can't fall in love because I'm- Ooh, mmm, yeah (ooh)