Yus Gz - PSA
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Every opp shot
Like, we some demons that they can not tame
Doa k catch a flock and i flame
Beam on a shh and i don't gotta' aim
Walk down gang we gon' do em' like kane
Lost bro and i don't feel the same
Like, we the ones that been puttin' in pain
Spot a loc we ain't playin' no games
8 on the mud you get turned into pain
Ab the jet he on court with that gang
Im with lotti 2 hotty scotty got the thang
Jb the rip ,crack out let it bang
Big ebs yeah we started that gang
E4rahh yeah that shit in my veins
And y'all dead on the woo why you mention his name
We smoke bobby, that n**** changed
Likе, ain't no rules when you step in thе gang
Like 5th to the sev , yeah they don't do a thang
Spin the 8 not diss
Ask em around what we do to the mitch
Matter fact ask some n****s who got all the hits
We do walk ups, y'all n***s miss
N*** died by the v
Y'all no charlie a spliff
Smokin zay, he didn't have his grip
Two shots to his dome and he fell on his shit
Like catch (?...) we giving her dick
Demi a bitch she was givin' out spits
Like, (?...) stacy , remember that shit
Like, opp shot put the beam on a blick
N*** died in the stuy got lined by a bitch
C-hii dead and they still ain't do shit
N*** died with his gun , couldn't see through them tints
Headshot gang oh that n*** got trimmed
Nazzy got shot ain't seem him ever since
Fell off a stretcher left him under the bench
Blitz both ways you could see through the fence
Play tac with the opp i'm still on they strip
Deuce five got kick put a hole in for them
Oh he off the forty two we leave him bent
Hop out shh put the beam on his friend
I'm a menace i'm coming to sin
Like, on the court i feel like uncle ben
They know my bop mr throwinglike10
Like, catch a o leave him floating again
See ek and we throwing again
C-hii hop out we gon' roll him again
Head pop new opp he ain't breathing again
Like what? don't flex
Im in the field this shit deeper than rap
N*** say he saw me that was cap
Face of the bronx i gotta move tac
B-bdot saw me he gave me a dap
Word to woo lotti had you runnin' track
Don't cap like most of y'all mac
Put that on diddy gon' lie on ya' (?...)
It get (?...)
(?...) was running he didn't look back
M-matter fact, you a rat
Like free
{??} better go get it back
He like word to my mother you woo n**** (?...)
On that bitch and you still didn't get back
Fuck a wedgie , get beat with a mac
Throw up a o put a o in his back
That's a fact, you better not lack
Two deep on the miss, one gz in the hat
Like , he ain't getting nowhere
I'm shootin' till that n*** done
Ain't no gbg babies they goin' out dead i ain't done
And i love the red beam if he run i'mma turn him into lunch
Last opp got lined by a bitch he got turned into runts
I'm the face of the bronx and i'm still outside making em run
Like what? keep it buck. how many deads do they got ? that's tough
When you run into me better up
Gun in my holster and i'm ready to pump
If it's up leave it stuck
Super sturdy, bitch i'm super clutch
Every doa shot if you see em it's up
Nazzy died left him under the bus
Everything dead if you run into us
Ooter like giannis he play for the bucks
Lil' bro pop out we gon' turm him to dust
Kay flock in the spot and i could get him punched
Doak turn him to runts
Beam on his ligaments turn him to runts
(every opp dead)
Like, we some demons that they can not tame
Doa k catch a flock and i flame
Beam on a shh and i don't gotta' aim
Walk down gang we gon' do em' like kane
Lost bro and i don't feel the same
Like, we the ones that been puttin' in pain
Spot a loc we ain't playin' no games
8 on the mud you get turned into pain
Ab the jet he on court with that gang
Im with lotti 2 hotty scotty got the thang
Jb the rip ,crack out let it bang
Big ebs yeah we started that gang
E4rahh yeah that shit in my veins
And y'all dead on the woo why you mention his name
We smoke bobby, that n**** changed
Likе, ain't no rules when you step in thе gang
Like 5th to the sev , yeah they don't do a thang
Spin the 8 not diss
Ask em around what we do to the mitch
Matter fact ask some n****s who got all the hits
We do walk ups, y'all n***s miss
N*** died by the v
Y'all no charlie a spliff
Smokin zay, he didn't have his grip
Two shots to his dome and he fell on his shit
Like catch (?...) we giving her dick
Demi a bitch she was givin' out spits
Like, (?...) stacy , remember that shit
Like, opp shot put the beam on a blick
N*** died in the stuy got lined by a bitch
C-hii dead and they still ain't do shit
N*** died with his gun , couldn't see through them tints
Headshot gang oh that n*** got trimmed
Nazzy got shot ain't seem him ever since
Fell off a stretcher left him under the bench
Blitz both ways you could see through the fence
Play tac with the opp i'm still on they strip
Deuce five got kick put a hole in for them
Oh he off the forty two we leave him bent
Hop out shh put the beam on his friend
I'm a menace i'm coming to sin
Like, on the court i feel like uncle ben
They know my bop mr throwinglike10
Like, catch a o leave him floating again
See ek and we throwing again
C-hii hop out we gon' roll him again
Head pop new opp he ain't breathing again
Like what? don't flex
Im in the field this shit deeper than rap
N*** say he saw me that was cap
Face of the bronx i gotta move tac
B-bdot saw me he gave me a dap
Word to woo lotti had you runnin' track
Don't cap like most of y'all mac
Put that on diddy gon' lie on ya' (?...)
It get (?...)
(?...) was running he didn't look back
M-matter fact, you a rat
Like free
{??} better go get it back
He like word to my mother you woo n**** (?...)
On that bitch and you still didn't get back
Fuck a wedgie , get beat with a mac
Throw up a o put a o in his back
That's a fact, you better not lack
Two deep on the miss, one gz in the hat
Like , he ain't getting nowhere
I'm shootin' till that n*** done
Ain't no gbg babies they goin' out dead i ain't done
And i love the red beam if he run i'mma turn him into lunch
Last opp got lined by a bitch he got turned into runts
I'm the face of the bronx and i'm still outside making em run
Like what? keep it buck. how many deads do they got ? that's tough
When you run into me better up
Gun in my holster and i'm ready to pump
If it's up leave it stuck
Super sturdy, bitch i'm super clutch
Every doa shot if you see em it's up
Nazzy died left him under the bus
Everything dead if you run into us
Ooter like giannis he play for the bucks
Lil' bro pop out we gon' turm him to dust
Kay flock in the spot and i could get him punched
Doak turn him to runts
Beam on his ligaments turn him to runts
(every opp dead)
