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dee billz - psa lyrics

[intro]

grrah grrah, everything dead, like
grrah grrah
, like

[chorus]
shnoodles knock em’ out, if that n+gga lookin’ at me
d+mn, now i got blood on my fazo’s
for the sitchy, i’m callin’ up fazo
hole in his face, like a bagel
can’t wait till i see boy, n+gga thinkin’ it’s sweet, okay, can’t wait till we meet
me and bro was spinnin’ on feet
we got h+lla’ shots like we in a bar, like
told bro, “flip that car”
check the stats, they know who we are
bro got the beam so it’s no gettin’ far
poppy woo, we gon’ run up a check
movin’ oppy, then he gettin’ stretched
on my brethren, we do it the best
poke out the knocker, blowin’ like a ref
[verse]
talk on my dead but you just lost ya’ mans, like, i just don’t understand
she wanna f+ck cause she know i’m the man, like, i’m the man wit’ the plan
tellin’ me that you spinnin’, i’m here everyday
stop all the cap, n+ggas know where i lay
on court and we ain’t here to play
ooter get close, he score in the paint
how them n+ggas gon’ mention my dead? but they n+ggas is dyin’
say you spinnin’ my block, stop lyin’
call a baddie up, i’m tryna line em’
bro got the knocker on em’ like a [?]
poled up and i’m chillin’ on chester
and my k!ller he aim for the chest up
[shooters?] he wit’ me and he throw the set up
fazo armed and dangerous, tryna leave a n+gga in the pavement
and alotta’ of n+ggas not sanctioned, hollows give em’ head like, save em’
i’m boutta’ fly to la, where the baddies? i just came to party
we got the drop where he lay, got the addy, put em’ in the marley
like, get off my d+ck, you shot, and the opps, we smoke em’ alot
spin through ya’ ave’, unlimited shots and you almost got put in a box
like d+mn, what a shame, know bro shoulda’ stayed in his lane
if he think he glizzy, i’m lettin’ it flame, if he think he litty, i’m lettin’ it bang
i’m on the block, wit’ a whole lotta’ crips, fazo the blood and he totin’ the stick
why these gd n+ggas on my d+ck? if it’s up then n+gga make it lit
civilian who? n+gga you dumb, wit’ the woo he ready to dump
and we got a few knocks in the trunk, and i got a few n+ggas in my lungs
like, and my old mans movin’ funny, but f+ck it, i’m slidin’ for real
can’t come back to this block, and if he do, he dyin’ for real
i really hope when i see you that you got a gun, cause if not then you better run
cl!ck+cl!ck, up it he done, on my body, she think i’m the one
in the spot, wit’ all of my guaps, we from chester, we get it a lot
big ebk, anybody get shot, and it’s up, i’m not jackin’ ya’ bop
not jackin’ that b+tch, she all over the town, don’t even know how you still around
red beam on his nose like a clown, n0body there then we spinnin’ around
[chorus]
shnoodles knock em’ out, if that n+gga lookin’ at me
d+mn, now i got blood on my fazo’s
for the sitchy, i’m callin’ up fazo
hole in his face, like a bagel
can’t wait till i see boy, n+gga thinkin’ it’s sweet, okay, can’t wait till we meet
me and bro was spinnin’ on feet
we got h+lla’ shots like we in a bar, like
told bro, “flip that car”
check the stats, they know who we are
bro got the beam so it’s no gettin’ far
poppy woo, we gon’ run up a check
movin’ oppy, then he gettin’ stretched
on my brethren, we do it the best
poke out the knocker, blowin’ like a ref

- dee billz lyrics

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