In Public
Park inna back if they see us then fuck it
Thought i was done hittin licks think i love it
Whole other city still paranoid in public
Idk who know me don't mind me clutchin
It start with a button we riding with buttons
If we check out early we tried to be sum
He checked out early for something he wasn't
I heard the news and felt bad cuz i loved it
It ain't the family it gotta be fuck Ya
Gotta be 10 years thinking i trust Ya
It ain't just rappin when I say I run shit
So I take all of the shit that it come wit
I count it twice just in case he on dumb shit
Like to be high out my mind when I gun shit
Thinking my karma just left from that one shit
Car full of missles we slidin a gunship
Who made em like this i can't blame nobody
But no one's to blame cuz this nigga a solider
U asked about me I know what they told ya
If Shit don't go my way i'm fucking u over
U think it's a problem now wait till i press it
Thought they was solid they tried me i left em
Niggas don't comprehend shit when u bless em
Type that won't understand shit till u stretch em
Fuck it nigga or not
Against the grain u go right inna pot
It ain't no secret how I did that first lil hunnid
I broke my shit down wit my block
Ok well
200 we being exact
Try Ta back door and im getting you
Don't want the regular jeep need a track
If we ever linked up it ended wit racks
I'll make Ya click up and figure the shit out
Believe me
My actions worse than a big mouth
I'm waiting patiently asked her to get out
Might just take her A min
It's a big house
Thought i was done hittin licks think i love it
Whole other city still paranoid in public
Idk who know me don't mind me clutchin
It start with a button we riding with buttons
If we check out early we tried to be sum
He checked out early for something he wasn't
I heard the news and felt bad cuz i loved it
It ain't the family it gotta be fuck Ya
Gotta be 10 years thinking i trust Ya
It ain't just rappin when I say I run shit
So I take all of the shit that it come wit
I count it twice just in case he on dumb shit
Like to be high out my mind when I gun shit
Thinking my karma just left from that one shit
Car full of missles we slidin a gunship
Who made em like this i can't blame nobody
But no one's to blame cuz this nigga a solider
U asked about me I know what they told ya
If Shit don't go my way i'm fucking u over
U think it's a problem now wait till i press it
Thought they was solid they tried me i left em
Niggas don't comprehend shit when u bless em
Type that won't understand shit till u stretch em
Fuck it nigga or not
Against the grain u go right inna pot
It ain't no secret how I did that first lil hunnid
I broke my shit down wit my block
Ok well
200 we being exact
Try Ta back door and im getting you
Don't want the regular jeep need a track
If we ever linked up it ended wit racks
I'll make Ya click up and figure the shit out
Believe me
My actions worse than a big mouth
I'm waiting patiently asked her to get out
Might just take her A min
It's a big house
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Writer(s): Makyrie Barnes
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