"Public" lyrics
No, we don't play, get to bustin'
Said I told my shooter to bust him
No, we don't play, get to bustin'
Said I told my shooter to bust him
Say they got clips, they don't bust shit
I only need me and my drumstick
Give him my all, hope I bust quick
I came from the block, I don't love shit
We was too young, doin' dumb shit
Why bitches love makin' assumptions?
Why shorty wan' post to the public?
Why shorty wan' post to the public?
These diamonds gon' freeze, do not touch this
And I got the stick in the function
Spin one these blicks, he gon' blush in
I told my shooter to bust him
And baby, come suck up this cum
I roll him up and I'm all in
But shout out my lil' nigga Mali
We throwin' blicks in the party
We heard you wan' play, we don't parlay
Brodie a hundred in all ways
We gon' get the drum and that's always
Dick in, but tucked, that was old ways
Now niggas is stuck in the hallways
God damn, niggas gon' blam
.40 gon' play 'cause he know who I am
Man, I used to pray that they know who I am
Nigga, I been with the gang, but they sittin' in the can
Prayin' for my father 'cause he sittin' in the can
And the realest kept a hundred, man, I pray that he the man
Did it with her friends, but at first, it wasn't planned
I'm lookin' for an M, 'cause I know that that's the plan, yeah
No, we don't play, get to bustin'
Said I told my shooter to bust him
Say they got clips, they don't bust shit
I only need me and my drumstick
Give him my all, hope I bust quick
I came from the block, I don't love shit
We was too young, doin' dumb shit
Why bitches love makin' assumptions?
Why shorty wan' post to the public?
I get that shit a lot
Brodie told me, "Change," I can never see the pot
Totaled in the grave, he can never see the block
Nigga, Yellow in the cage, I can never see my pops
Runnin' with the bank, but at first, we need to stop
Coppin' me a Glock, makin' sure it got a lock
Brodie out his socks, I'ma throw a lil' knot
And that bitch gon' throw it back, man, I promise she a bop, yeah
But we got some big straps
We came up from nothin', that's big facts
And brodie gon' sit back
If you wanna play, we gon' tic-tac
My wrist on some riff-raff
My shooters gon' shoot on some jim-jams
I ain't using PEMDAS
I'm solvin' this shit with my big strap
Shootin' with my big strap
Shootin' with my big strap
Lil' brodie gon' shoot, better sit back
Startin' to like this freestylin' shit, man
Said I told my shooter to bust him
No, we don't play, get to bustin'
Said I told my shooter to bust him
Say they got clips, they don't bust shit
I only need me and my drumstick
Give him my all, hope I bust quick
I came from the block, I don't love shit
We was too young, doin' dumb shit
Why bitches love makin' assumptions?
Why shorty wan' post to the public?
Why shorty wan' post to the public?
These diamonds gon' freeze, do not touch this
And I got the stick in the function
Spin one these blicks, he gon' blush in
I told my shooter to bust him
And baby, come suck up this cum
I roll him up and I'm all in
But shout out my lil' nigga Mali
We throwin' blicks in the party
We heard you wan' play, we don't parlay
Brodie a hundred in all ways
We gon' get the drum and that's always
Dick in, but tucked, that was old ways
Now niggas is stuck in the hallways
God damn, niggas gon' blam
.40 gon' play 'cause he know who I am
Man, I used to pray that they know who I am
Nigga, I been with the gang, but they sittin' in the can
Prayin' for my father 'cause he sittin' in the can
And the realest kept a hundred, man, I pray that he the man
Did it with her friends, but at first, it wasn't planned
I'm lookin' for an M, 'cause I know that that's the plan, yeah
No, we don't play, get to bustin'
Said I told my shooter to bust him
Say they got clips, they don't bust shit
I only need me and my drumstick
Give him my all, hope I bust quick
I came from the block, I don't love shit
We was too young, doin' dumb shit
Why bitches love makin' assumptions?
Why shorty wan' post to the public?
I get that shit a lot
Brodie told me, "Change," I can never see the pot
Totaled in the grave, he can never see the block
Nigga, Yellow in the cage, I can never see my pops
Runnin' with the bank, but at first, we need to stop
Coppin' me a Glock, makin' sure it got a lock
Brodie out his socks, I'ma throw a lil' knot
And that bitch gon' throw it back, man, I promise she a bop, yeah
But we got some big straps
We came up from nothin', that's big facts
And brodie gon' sit back
If you wanna play, we gon' tic-tac
My wrist on some riff-raff
My shooters gon' shoot on some jim-jams
I ain't using PEMDAS
I'm solvin' this shit with my big strap
Shootin' with my big strap
Shootin' with my big strap
Lil' brodie gon' shoot, better sit back
Startin' to like this freestylin' shit, man
