Public School - Armani White

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

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 —

So many things on the table I need to relax — My niggas 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 «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

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!

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

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

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