Kenzo Balla & Kyle Richh – PSA (Instrumental) (Prod. By IamTash)

[Intro – Kyle Richh]
Grah
Every opp shot
Grah

[Verse 1 – Kyle Richh]
Suck my dick
I-I’m on hots
He not a demon, he tough with his knocks
(Like, How was you smoking my deads?)
Man got dropped, he was all in my head
Like, and these niggas not smoking on Lay, bow
Reverse to see how he lay
Damn i got money, they think I’m the man
To-Too deep, just me and my tan
N-Niggas ain’t opps, they fans
What did you do when you ran into me?
Damn, these niggas pussy
And we been on live on they block
He tryna reach, too late, been clapped him
(Click, click)
Put that boy in the past tense
Opp niggas, soft no napkin
Bullets gon’ put ’em to sleep, no nappin’
And these niggas be bluffin’ and chattin’
He think I’m pussy cos’ I went to college
Come here, let me show you what a Glock is
Rip through his brain, I might fuck up his knowledge
I been outside since a jit
Bitch, I was raised in the Ville’
I was 13 when my brother had died, then I picked up a toley cos’ shit gettin’ real
Too much feelings to put in a pen
All these feelings, I wanna go spin
Bi-Big bro told me to chill
You gon’ be good, when you get you a deal
Between my brothers, we share every mil’
Free the ‘ooters, who locked in the cell
Loco, [?], Bdot, [?]
Love my brothers, I love ’em for life (AHH)
Two twin chops, I don’t need to fight (AHH)
[Verse 2 – Kenzo Balla]
Try to front, he got beat with the pipe
2-3 shots, I’m feeling like Mike
Keep a strap on my hip, no dyke
Spinning through Courtlandt, let’s do this shit right
Niggas dissing the 5 for the hype
I’m tryna catch me an O at the light
I send shots at they body, I’m not tryna type
Like wait, who that in the room
Oh he jackin the Os? Imma boom
She tryna fuck with the wock, get into it
That bitch [?], I keep me a boom
[?] new pack coming soon
Notti got poked and put up on the news
How you smoking on bro, like what y’all niggas do?
Me and my 50s really going kuu
Shoot up the party if they getting jiggy
I’m big EBK, DOA from the 50
Oh they looking for me? Come get wit me
Shots to the belly, fucking up his kidney
Perky bussin’, got me dizzy
But sitchy stay on me, I’m always on 50
Big DieOs, DieGz, I’m mixy
He run up, I flock my [?]
Now let’s take a trip, do not fall
Ray get to uppin’, tryna up the score
Lil’ niggas, they ready for war
I spot me a shh-, leave him dead on the floor
Imma flock and watch these bullets pour
Hollow gon’ hit his body sore
When we dump, we tryna hit him more
Fuck a rapper, tryna get him gone
Kicking they candles, everything dead
Grab my chop, fill it with lead
When I walk, one in the head
That boy is awake, till we put him to bed
2-3 shots, he-he dead
When I spin through they block, all I see is red
Put ’em to bed, tryna flock off the peg
I’m every O shot, niggas heard what I said like
[Outro]
Like what?
AHHH
Every opp shot
Everything dead
Grah