The D.O.A. Tape (2021 Album)

Description:– PSA Lyrics Kay Flock are Provided in this article. The track is lead by Kay Flock. This Track belongs to The D.O.A. Tape album. It is released on September 12, 2021.

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Song:– PSA

Singer:– Kay Flock

Album:– The D.O.A. Tape

Producer:– Dvtchie & LeTurtle

Written:– Stephen Marley, LeTurtle, Dvtchie, Ini Kamoze, Damian Marley & Kay Flock

PSA Lyrics Kay Flock

[Intro: Kay Flock & Ini Kamoze]
Out in the street, they call it murder
Big DOA, nigga
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
Grrt, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Like, grrah-grrah
Grrt, baow, baow

[Chorus]
Fuck the diss, I’ma act the fuck up
Everything dead, I ain’t dappin’ ’em up (Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up
Don’t do Cîroc, only Ac’ in my cup (Grrt, baow, baow)
Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, thats tough, like
He ain’t goin’ nowhere, I’m shootin’ wherever he run (Where you goin’? Grrt, baow, baow)
I’m a GBG baby, so, bitch, I’ma click till it’s done (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run, I’ma turn him to Runtz (Dummies)
Outside, no security, bitch, it’s just me and my gun (It’s just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I’m the king of New York and I’m still outside makin’ ’em run (Don’t run, bitch I do what I want)

[Verse: Kay Flock & Ini Kamoze]
Just copped out on a Carti’ (Carti’)
Oh, she jackin’ my vibe in a heartbeat (Heartbeat)
I like my bitch gangster, I don’t like ’em Barbie (Bitch)
It get active like Ricky and Morty (Like, grrt, baow)
Tap your head (Rah-Rah)
Nigga Rah got clapped now he in the Marley (Baow, baow)
Nigga dead
And I’m tough by myself, no, I don’t need a army (Grrah)
Out in the street they call it murder
Big DOA, nigga
She the line so I’m packin’ the bitch
Feel under pressure, I’m blastin’ the shit
V210 how I’m whackin’ the whip
He tried to up but I’m faster with it
It get nasty, now he coughin’ out blood
Told you that I get active with it (Grrt, baow, baow)

[Chorus]
Fuck the diss, I’ma act the fuck up
Everything dead, I ain’t dappin’ ’em up (Everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up
Don’t do Cîroc, only Ac’ in my cup (Grrt, baow, baow)
Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, thats tough, like
He ain’t goin’ nowhere, I’m shootin’ wherever he run (Where you goin’? Grrt, baow)
I’m a GBG, baby, so, bitch, I’ma click till it’s done (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run, I’ma turn him to Runtz (Dummies)
Outside, no security, bitch, it’s just me and my gun (It’s just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I’m the king of New York an’ I’m still outside makin’ ’em run (Don’t run, bitch, I do what I want)