Public School lyrics

[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 b*tch, 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 1]
So many things on the table I need to relax — My n*ggas eating though
So many shooters in that booth be boomin on tracks — but 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 "f*ck you"
It's not an insult it's an invite
Call ya bluff, shawty puff, random n*ggas love to call me "bruh"
LA women love the way I talk, I just think these b*tches 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 n*ggas get their column bent
sh*t, 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 f*cking name tag off of Joe Blow
OHHH sh*tTT!
Stuff the rubber pack, bust another lap, bust a nut and nap
Hustled up from packs. Shuffled up to tracks, f*ck 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 f*ck UP!

[Verse 2]
I came up. trapping drugs & tools front your public school
The game done changed, I been a humble dude, I just don't f*ck 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 f*ck Are You?
THAT’S BLANCO, take a picture 'fore them n*ggas 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 f*cking ask no more. Buncha b*tches 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 sh*t
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]
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

[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 mouths to feed, I got mouths to feed