Out In Public

Lyrics

[Verse 1: T.Y.] I got that work yea I got what they need 30 racks up in my jeans And I ran through 3 ounces last time I smoked some weed Stack it spend it get it back, do that shit again Rap niggas tellin' lies so we bringing that real shit Bout to stack a mil quick, cross that there off my agenda I'm a youngin' so I let my gang tell you how I'm livin' They wanna see my prison locked up in the system But I wanna see myself ridin' in the newest Bentley Fuck yo' ass I don't play with my scratch Hit yo' spot up and then double back Bugs Bunny lunch around my neck SOG please duplicated that Benjamins I keep those hit seven licks about a week ago In the kitchen cooking up a pot of gold Imma fuck yo' bitch and then let her go So now my diamonds be dancing So much money not into the fashion I'm the one in the clique with the ratchet, like what's happenin' Hear that chopper sound make 'em lay down Treat the battlefield like a playground I been up for a couple days now Trench coat with a couple K rounds And I don't even really like to thug much Make these niggas always wan' mug something Bitch I got the money and I got the power might as well come over here and fuck somethin' [Chorus: T.Y.] I try and not to thug when I'm out in public Them bitches show me love when I'm out in public I keep that hammer tucked when I'm out in public I always seem to mug when I'm out in public [Verse 2: Street Wiz] Go get that money I be gettin' I just be steady whipping in the kitchen All of my niggas really with the shiftin' Up in the air you know we really living Let through the town all around whenever its for the cake not a sound It's in a flash need it now, I smell it just like a dog hunt it down Leave a chick like a frog you could drown Nigga we kill a beat every round See the way I'm a beast I'm a clown You got your money you could get it Better not be runnin' gunnin' on a mission All I see is the numbers fuck a vision Yea I'm just sticking to the G code Keep it runnin' I been Beast Mode We just fucking all of these hoes Bad bitches got the trees rolled Flight life all that night hype what you see We getting to the cheese tho [Chorus: T.Y.] I try and not to thug when I'm out in public Them bitches show me love when I'm out in public I keep that hammer tucked when I'm out in public I always seem to mug when I'm out in public [Verse 3: Fendi P] I got the juice, I'm dripping in sauce Pulled in the front, left it in park She top me off all on the balcony I bust a juug down the street where the Falcons play I got a big mac don't call me special sauce She fucking me, I buy her a better car That bitch leveled up I ice the bezel up Niggas is dead, why I got the shovel for Enough of the small talk, work in a small car Toasting a pop tart I hold it down Incase shit pop off that's when I pop up Shit get shot up niggas get hit up I lick for 50, I just put 10 up I flipped a 40 for 20 more 10's up I'm in that clean up just put the Benz up Niggas ain't seen us, I got some money on it Got 20 on it, got 50 on it Whatever you got, nigga double homie Do it B.I.G. like Coogi on me Tryin' not to thug it's just in me homie [Chorus: T.Y.] I try and not to thug when I'm out in public Them bitches show me love when I'm out in public I keep that hammer tucked when I'm out in public I always seem to mug when I'm out in public