Ace Bankz - PSA lyrics

If I get a record deal I'mma hit the block with them free bricks King Louie got a record deal And he went and got his front teeth fixed Louie kicks on my king sh** But no dreadlocks, I can't swing sh** Harvey rappers wanna sneak diss? Look I don't sneak diss, it don't mean sh** This that, Chiraq, Harvey World, street sh** I be cashin' these b**hes out Decent hoes get remixed On parole for like two years So I can't smoke on that weed lick Cause my P.O. she want clean piss No bullsh**, she a mean b**h DJ where them hits at? Why you playin' this weak sh**? Shotgun where yo b**h at Late night on that creep sh** Rich n***a just buy sh** Broke n***a just peep sh** No disrespect to my n***a P But I do it big like Meek's tits Bump J got locked up And now n***as claimin' that chief sh** Did a song with lil Chief Keef Now these hoes callin' me sweet dick On Sydney and Cal City So it's only right I play Tink sh** Lil Sasha go hard but I like Chella more cause she a street b**h Loud pack, Pontiac, quarter pound for a G6 And if Loni pop, lemme hit that I might take her shoppin' through Neiman's Might spend a lil 3 piece On Lil Fee Fee cause she a lil freak That b**h try to set me up I'mma stomp her out like Lil Reese Chiraq, murder cappy, n***as dyin' over youtube Diss me if you want to I'll have 'em lookin' for you like Blues Clues Can't rap and your beats sweet So technically that's a lose-lose This track by Rio Mack Same n***a did Too Cool b**h n***a you fufu _________________ I'm the sh**, boo boo Feds watchin' like OoVoo Lawyers all on my iPhone If you bite me I might sue you Dirty birds we drillin' sh** Got more guerrillas than two zoos Nowadays I'm a paid n***a Still catch me in Woo Woo's In the hood with a rich b**h No ATL, no NuNu You don't do it like I do More books than a highschool Five thousand on horseshoes Downtown eatin' Thai Food Blow 'em down like a typhoon Put 'em on Channel 5 News My n***as smoke iPack And it's super loud call it iTunes Make 'em bleed like a Piru He don't die now, he gon' die soon I'm hot, July June Caked up like a tycoon If I cop work at 9 o'clock It'll be all gone, by noon Clickers on me like camera phones I'm close enough n***a why zoom? Racked up like a bunk bed Up heat, bust lead Free Bump, f** feds Money bag, 'nuff said