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t.y. – out in public lyrics

[verse 1: t.y.]
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 sh-t again
rap n-ggas tellin’ lies so we bringing that real sh-t
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
f-ck yo’ -ss 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 l1cks about a week ago
in the kitchen cooking up a pot of gold
imma f-ck yo’ b-tch 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 n-ggas always wan’ mug something
b-tch i got the money and i got the power might as well come over here and f-ck somethin’

[chorus: t.y.](x2)
i try and not to thug when i’m out in public
them b-tches 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

[verse 2: street wiz]
go get that money i be gettin’
i just be steady whipping in the kitchen
all of my n-ggas 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
n-gga we k!ll 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 f-ck a vision
yea i’m just sticking to the g code
keep it runnin’ i been beast mode
we just f-cking all of these hoes
bad b-tches got the trees rolled
flight life all that night hype what you see
we getting to the cheese tho

[verse 3: corner boy p]
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 f-cking me, i buy her a better car
that b-tch leveled up i ice the bezel up
n-ggas 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 sh-t pop off that’s when i pop up
sh-t get shot up n-ggas get hit up
i l1ck 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
n-ggas ain’t seen us, i got some money on it
got 20 on it, got 50 on it
whatever you got, n-gga double homie
do it b.i.g. like coogi on me
tryin’ not to thug it’s just in me homie

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