Psa - Runchodayoungan

(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)