PSA ft. DEEDAGRINCH Lyrics

Grrah-grrah

(Chee on the beat)

Grrah-grrah

Grrah-grrah (Ahh)

Where he going? i'm tryna' flock

I'm tryna' see how he look with no top

Bullets blowing, I cannot stop

If he with 12 he get shot with the cop's

Finger been ichin' since i got a knock

Like, I'ma demon niggas know my bop

Keep comin' close and that boy getting shot

That go for the niggas even on my block

Like a cat i'm in-love with the beam

Flock got the blue so i'm toatin' the green

Niggas keep chattin' but never on scenes

The ops got hit two died in a week

Tidda Od'ed and he died in his sleep

Jay rilla, A bitch he got beat out his sneaks

Niggas be hiding but i ain't gon' seek

Just wait til' i catch em' i'm really gon' tweak

Like, Geek-geek-geek, I'm the grinch

Run-up you gonna get hit

Tell brody, "Keep clicking" til' that nigga trip

To them niggas i really don't miss

Accuracy spot em', Got this nigga twitching on the floor, Damn

I'm the grinch

I don't play for the lackers

I've been ballin' for the fucking mavericks, Like (Ewok)

Like, who telling me what when i hop out the V, (Like)

Nigga was copping the plead

Aye-yo gang, He gon' end up like his bestie, Like

Don't run-up, Get knocked

Knuckle up & get active, Like

Bullets gon' punch like rocky

Nigga gon' end up like bobby, Like

He tryda' clicked and got left in the lobby, Like

Who the fuck is that lil nigga dissing

What he said? "Who the fuck is that flocko nigga"

Flocko the reason your man is a pack, Like

I'ma hop out the cut and go blitz

Nigga got left on his strip, Damn

And what happened to Notti, Nicky, Franko

All of them niggas got left on they strip (They dead)

I don't care, man i'm talking my shit

To them niggas stop dissing i'ma spin down they block with a smithen'

And really get active

Aye-yo yams, I got the blue, You got the red

Really get active, Like

Bullets gon' punch em' like rocky

Don't tryda' box me, Knock on my body, (Uhh)

What the fuck, Niggas is dumb like

Who tryna' bend?

If we catch us a six, we gon' put em' to bed, Damn

Punching my leg

1040-K they died over and over

Mori a bitch he got clapped in his shoulder

Just wished that he died and got put on a poster

I keep me two knocka's i'm really a soldier

Niggas be snitching they names on them folders

When i catch em' them bullets gon' throw em'

When i catch em' them bullets gon' throw em'

When i catch em' them bullets gon' throw em'