Letra de Public School

[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 bitch, 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]
So many things on the table I need to relax — My niggas eating though/
So many shooters in that booth be boomin on tracks — 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 "Fuck You"
It's not an insult it's an invite/
Call ya bluff, Shawty puff, random niggas love to call me "Bruh"/
LA women love the way I talk, I just think these bitches 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 niggas get their column bent/
Shit, 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 fucking name tag off of Joe Blow/
OHHH SHITTT!
Stuff the rubber pack, bust another lap, bust a nut and nap/
Hustled up from packs. Shuffled up to tracks, fuck 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 FUCK UP!


[Verse]
I came up. trapping drugs & tools front your public school/
The game done changed, I been a humble dude, I just don't fuck 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 Fuck Are You?/
THAT’S BLANCO, take a picture 'fore them niggas 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 fucking ask no more. Buncha bitches 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 shit/
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] (2x)
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/