PSA Lyrics – Lee Drilly
Singer: Lee Drilly
Title: PSA
Grah grah boom, nazzy
Yeah that’s it, jbsleeze mr promote the f#cking violence you heard
Oyk, every opp shot, f#ck mitchells, f#ck all y’all dead n#gg#s
Smokin’-
Rippy, rippy, rippy
Smokin’ barry, smokin’ dice you heard
Grah and jacob dead word to-
And we and we and we pop yellow, yellow
Die l’s jacob died with a vest
Grah grah
Like what
Listen, 94gz no gz like these you heard, jack b’s we jack bigger b’s, drop my sh#t we gon’ let it squeeze
Like stop it
Pull up in person f#ck what you said on the net
Red beam green beams on deck
Last n#gg# tried thеy got chased by the set
Show rеspect, cuz’ if somebody die they gon’ keep taping they neck
Like who next face shot gang i hope y’all still tapping your heads
And they soft what they wanna act for
Last n#gg# got hit with the mac 4
And they dead we know what y’all mad for
What you think they got all of they tats for
Ain’t sh#t funny what you wanna laugh for
Why you think man he got left on his back for
Think of how all these n#gg#s got packed up
Can’t sacrifice you n#gg#s for that backdoor
n#gg#s never did sh#t but they stay sayin’ rah came outside yesterday ain’t spray for your block
Heard nas ebk doa in the spot but he from courtland n#gg#s stay with your block
Sheemy got ripped n#gg# {?}
How you moddy2hottie ain’t makin’ sh#t hot
Cause one in the head you don’t play with no chops
Oh you talk on my dead hope you safe in ya spot
Why an o wanna play tell him its real
n#gg#s thinkin’ about money {?} up in a pill
What you know about totin’ with deez on your heel rather get caught with than without it for real
What they know about pain cuz’ your man got killed
No match off the {?} we ain’t playin’ that drill
But just one of them {?} ain’t satisfied till’ they feel how we feel
On my hearts imma slide with an uzi
Take one of my demons back outside the {?}
Want it lit they call me to come and make movies
Don’t take kindness for weakness thinkin’ you could use me
n#gg#s goofy, and they lose me
Got a toolie tryna’ boom it
Choppa never dead we dont f#ck with no ue
Unemployment down but i been smoking ue
Oh they talk about old heads it’s on {?} they really a demon slidin’ on a bike
{?} really a demon slidin’ on a bike
The {?} i ain’t bring it to life
{?} be home soon yeah yall’ n#gg#s is tight
If i can’t {?} big sevsidek tell them n#gg#s “free {?}”
He come home he ain’t tryna’ fight cuz’ {?} he go out just like rite
I see her walkin’ hittin’ at shorty {?} if he try to record me
Yeah i understand she really be on me but that’s gonna have my other b#tches feeling salty
That’s the end of the story, i be drillin’ and ain’t nobody talkin’
I’m a rapper no not have it on me cuz’ they in the trap i’m dumpin’ like 40
Listen
Ain’t no beef with mula but he ain’t my mans, f#ck with the opps he movin’ like a fan
Better not be there when i come to blam cuz’ ain’t no tellin’ where my bullets land
Better thank for that {?} could link up and dance {?} did not see me with the hands
But hold on
Beat him like a band
Spin in spin in vans
Burn him burn him like a tan
And i ain’t stingy got stuff for your friends
Got a .40 on me in my pants
It’s your turn baby you could dance
Wd-40 glock will never jam
Free jaythaopp {?}
Before i die then everything got messy
Goin’ through it with my brother melly
{?}, we gon’ bend through that block me and nesty
Feelin’ {?} on the set have him pourin’ out henney (dierey diesev)
Like with setty, setthatrend but to me that’s just jerry
With his bestie in the ground sleepin’ soundly with lenny
Now i’m deadly, three opps done died on the sevy (sevsidek)
Like free {?} he get shot if he aimin’ for any
Who yall’ name is the flockasthatflockatshit bullets will flock at his face like {?}
Like stop it
Pull up in person f#ck what you said on the net
Red beam green beams on deck
Last n#gg# tried they got chased by the set
Show respect, cuz’ if somebody die they gon’ keep taping they neck
Like who next face shot gang i hope y’all still tapping your heads
And they soft what they wanna act for
Last n#gg# got hit with the mac 4
And they dead we know what y’all mad for
What you think they got all of they tats for
Ain’t sh#t funny what you wanna laugh for
Why you think man he got left on his back for
Think of how all these n#gg#s got packed up
Can’t sacrifice you n#gg#s for that backdoor
Listen, 94gz no gz like these you heard, you jack b’s we jack bigger b’s, you drop my sh#t we gon’ let it squeeze-
Smokin nazzy, jay rip, blay-
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