lirik lagu c blu – psa
[intro]
suck my d~ck, n~gga, this a public service announcement
i’m tired of y’all n~ggas dissin’ me
y’all n~ggas is b~tt, y’all n~ggas don’t get back
i f~cked a lot of y’all n~ggas b~tches (ah)
i’m talkin’ ’bout all that on this one
on that block, posted up like a statue (grrah)
smokin’ dotty, n~gga (grrah)
on that block, posted up like a— (grrah)
on that block, posted up like a— (the f~ck? grrah)
c blu
[chorus]
on that block, posted up like a statue
thirteen shots in this gun, tryna clap you
when i get in my bag, i’m elite
no song, bullets makin’ ’em leak (grrah)
mali, he spot on the drill, he’ll geek
like a widow, that n~gga gon’ creep
walk ’em down, f~ck shootin’ from deep
my n~ggas on timin’, they spinnin’ on feet (grrah)
[verse 1]
spin in tints, they don’t see us comin’
roll down the window, yellin’ out, “what’s gunnin’?”
yell it back, bullets get to dumpin’
tryna leave a gunna on the pave’
f~ck the 8, f~ck the ‘have, f~ck juu heff, f~ck caine
f~ck dot, we smokin’ his brain
and the one that died the other day
n~ggas soft, they don’t put in pain (ah)
yell out, “whoopty,” that’s a 48
yell it back, we crashin’ that plane
la a clown and i f~cked his b~tch
she a demon, gobble up the d~ck
yeah, i’m talkin’ ’bout izzy, shout out to that b~tch
tryna spin, he get turned to a spliff
i see sdot, he better not run
walk him down, yellin’ out, “come here
where you goin’? don’t be scared”
bullets hot, better pray my sh~t jam
like the sun, b~tch, i’m givin’ out ten
no stripper, but i keep a pole
and like brady, yeah, i let her throw
when— shh, got shot, why the f~ck he told? (n~gga, f~ck your deads, k!llin’ all my bros)
[bridge]
n~gga, f~ck your deads
f~ck edot, n~gga, f~ck notti
who else? f~ck rah
f~ck all ’em dead n~ggas
[verse 2]
i’m in harlem tryna let it flock
smokin’ mel, higher than edot
huncho a d~ck, one shot, he dropped (d~ckhead)
i’m a demon, tryna give ’em h~ll
rappin’ and drillin’ ’cause i got the bell (grrah)
my opps kids, we givin’ them the belt
suicide, that’s who did it to edot and mel
they was so young, why they k!lled they self?
[chorus]
on that block, posted up like a statue
thirteen shots in this gun, tryna clap you (grrah, grrah)
when i get in my bag, i’m elite
no song, bullets makin’ ’em leak
mali, he spot on the drill, he’ll geek
like a widow, that n~gga gon’ creep
walk ’em down, f~ck shootin’ from deep
my n~ggas on timin’, they spinnin’ on feet
[outro]
spin in tints, they don’t see us comin’
roll down the window, yellin’ out, “what’s gunnin’?”
yell it back, bullets get to dumpin’
tryna leave a gunna on the pave’
f~ck the 8, f~ck the ‘have, f~ck juu heff, f~ck caine
f~ck dot, we smokin’ his brain
and the one that died the other day (rrah)
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