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

Out in Public

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