Public School

Pre-Verse I be on the WEST WING, double parked and hanging out the 5%/ FIVE FOUR, starting arguments soon as the flight come in/ Starting 5 pull up, she caught with my shooters you know she rides the bench/ Whoa, I hope that's not ya bitch, common sense come in and stop Hook She saw me pull out prints, Ain't tell me pull out since My OG pulled out Benz, Youngbull ain't pull out since I let them pull out rent, Spent on they whole outfit But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed/ I got the I got the I got the Verse So many things on the table I need to relax — My niggas eating though/ So many shooters in that booth be boomin on tracks — Not when we linking though/ Uber on E, Gas Lamp Zone/ In The Mall Deep, Half Them Broke/ Freak that came across the map bent over/ Scream my name until her accent gone/ I got it in right, riot incite when i'm in sight/ Been tight, got the pen striped before the pin stripes/ Don't get in your feelings when you hear me yelling Fuck You It's not an insult it's an invite/ Call ya bluff, Shawty puff, random niggas love to call me Bruh/ LA women love the way I talk, I just think these bitches talk too much/ I'm 30,000 Up Goddamn heard we popping now her shirt keep popping up/ 30 bodies in, they out of it. Hit 30 county's they been wilding since/ My compressed complexion on complexes, and got a compilation list of more accomplishments/ If XXL don't get me on their scholar list then columbine, them niggas get their column bent/ Shit, ask Lil Debbie where the downers went, it's still a couple stuffed in plain bags on the low though/ Smuggled smuts from TeCate on the road that could suck a fucking name tag off of Joe Blow/ OHHH SHITTT Stuff the rubber pack, bust another lap, bust a nut and nap/ Hustled up from packs. Shuffled up to tracks, fuck it run it back/ Hook She saw me pull out prints, Ain't tell me pull out since My OG pulled out Benz, Youngbull ain't pull out since I let them pull out rent, Spent on they whole outfit But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed/ SHUT THE FUCK UP Verse I came up. trapping drugs & tools front your public school/ The game done changed, I been a humble dude, I just don't fuck with you/ I rush that cuz that hit the club in boost, they're like my running shoes/ I cut through cuz in lines that's dumb confused, Like Who The Fuck Are You/ THAT'S BLANCO, take a picture 'fore them niggas rob you for your phone and wallet/ IN A HOT ZONE, froze account and while my mom convinced that i'm enrolled in college/ I got colleges bumping, balances jumping Thousands of dollars in Cali on nothing/ Model chick ripping my clothes to pieces Bio still say she my stylists or something/ I don't even fucking ask no more. Buncha bitches out the Oddysey, trynna see/ Which one to claim when they asking bull & which one i'ma claim on my tax report/ It's a hella pool to pick, I been mailing you the Brick/ Tell em every verse dope, You can smell it through the zip/ Playing felon with the talents, Ain't available for shit/ What the tenement and internet ain't tell em who it is/ I'm the future baby, Deuce a raised me, They don't make em like they used to baby/ More clumsy than them dudes she used to dating, drop her dumb ass at the blue street station/ Oops Se Daisy 2-3 balling, 2 seats off with 2,3 yawning/ Groupies who don't usually party changed her mind as soon/ Hook 2x She saw me pull out prints, Ain't tell me pull out since/ My OG pulled out Benz, Youngbull ain't pull out since/ I let them pull out rent, Spent on they whole outfit/ But I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed/ I got mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed/