Out in Public - T.Y., Corner Boy P, Street Wiz

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'

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

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

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

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

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