Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Public , by - 67. Song from the album Glorious Twelfth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 6ix7even
Song language: English
Public |
| You can catch a stone up in public |
| Mans still lurking |
| Man we jog on you and splash your face up in public |
| Mans still working doe |
| Billboards you see the ting up in public (Gang gang) |
| I loved it making so much moves |
| But gang gang up in public (x2) |
| (Verse 1: LD) |
| Call this one Ken |
| The way that it’s spinning and kicking (44) |
| Hit whoever we’re picking (Bow) |
| Let’s lurk manna take it there on volts |
| I roll up with the billing (Haha) |
| I fell in love with the poles and smoke |
| The lifestyle that we’re living (Gangland) |
| Bro fell in love with the kitchen he’s living |
| And whip more then he’s whizzing (3'Wess) |
| Keep silent |
| They know my face from rhyming |
| But know my name from riding (Real driller) |
| I spent racks on the and now when i step im shining (Bling) |
| Plus the Rolex timing (Yh alla alla dat) |
| My lyrics got the white boys |
| And it’s got the drillers dem riding |
| (Verse 2: Dimzy) |
| (Aiiii) Bro caught a bird he just ate dat |
| And he shrugged it like is nothing |
| C rose will tump him and then cut him like it’s nothing (Ching) |
| We roll out in 4 doors with 44s like it’s nothing (Skrr skrr) |
| They really see the 4 door coming |
| Pull up in public and bun him (Bow) |
| My og told me focus on music |
| Low with the waps and dingers |
| But I could find myself in the back of trucks |
| With flatted stones and dat spinners |
| deliveroo with them dinners |
| Bro got his chain on shivers (Brrrr) |
| Just got WiFi and cooker |
| Cut off the sticks with scissors |
| (Verse 3: Liquez) |
| Load it up cock it back get bun (Click clack) |
| Headshot that’s redrum |
| I’m tryna put a body in a bag |
| And truss I want more than one |
| Come with the clip full |
| And I won’t leave till it’s done |
| Rest in peace for the nigga that I whacked with this gun (Bow Bow) |
| Every time that we bucked our opps |
| They always run (Dash) |
| Every time that we bucked our opps |
| Check the scores we won |
| They say they done this |
| But they ain’t done none |
| They ain’t on piss |
| Nah they ain’t on stuff |
| Dem niggas ain’t bad |
| Nah they just talk nuff |
| in skengs we trust |
| (Verse 4: Asap) |
| No excuses (No) |
| I call up bro like yo let’s do this |
| Both in pebs |
| Send that text let’s get this food flipped |
| Two fat packs I make dat slim (Slim) |
| Mana put weight in trap den move it (Trap den move it, gone) |
| Being broke it’s so confusing |
| I drive through (Skrrr) |
| I was in Plymouth baking (I was baking) |
| Dimzy was up in Luton (Luton) |
| I remember them pushbike days |
| I was out shaving stupid (Cheffin) |
| (Hook: Dimzy) |
| (Gang) The streets are cold |
| You can catch a stone up in public |
| Mans still lurking |
| Man we jog on you and splash your face up in public |
| Mans still working doe |
| Billboards you see the ting up in public (Gang gang) |
| I loved it making so much moves |
| But gang gang up in public (x2) |