PUBLIC HOUSING

[Intro: OT7 Quanny]
Fah, uh, uh, uh
Fah, fah

[Verse 1: D Sturdy]
We the youngest turnt up in the city
If I can't bring that "Frrt," I ain't comin' in it (Comin' in)
Bulletproof Trackhawk, huh, and it's tinted (And it's tinted)
And she fuck with me, huh, I be spendin' (Spendin' cash)
Took a lot of losses, now a nigga winnin'
Steppin' on these niggas necks 'til I'm finished
In her mouth like a motherfuckin' dentist
You ain't 'bout no cash, mind your motherfuckin' business (Shut up)
Water on my neck, uh, lookin' like a river (Wet)
Yeah, we got the 'bows, uh, they could get delivered, uh (Yes)
Label tried to sign me, I said I need like eight figures (Cash)
We be comin' through, we super trim, we stay with it (Fah)
In the striker, dip the troopers twice (Dip 'em twice)
With a foreign bitch, she suck me at the light (She suck the dick)
Quarter ounce of Wock', I just dirtied up the Sprite, uh
I'ma take that risk, I'ma roll it like some dice

[Verse 2: OT7 Quanny]
And you call me Sosa, I get racks like Money Making Mitch (Uh, uh, uh)
I took sixty thousand out my stash and put it on my wrist (Uh, uh)
I'm in L.A. with my pipe, a hundred racks in all my chains (Yeah)
Young turnt nigga, I got LLCs in my son name (Uh, uh)
Ho, you a bad bitch, I wan' see you work like Rihanna (Work, work, work, work)
You ain't heard about me, I'm like Future, I fuck up them commas (Uh, uh, uh)
I got money, money on my mind with the devil on my back
Every time I think 'bout leavin' my hood, I go back (Uh, uh)
Baby girl, you cute and all that, but I don't really fuck my fans (Not at all)
And I ain't got no time to chase no pussy, all I want is bands (Uh, uh, uh)
Nowadays, I don't say too much, let my chains talk (Uh, uh)
I just pulled up in the Maybach truck, 'member I used to walk (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
And I got bad habits, I just fucked up Louis for no reason (Nah)
I ain't never think I'd get this far, this shit got me tweakin' (Uh, uh)
Only thing I'm havin' dreams about is money when I'm sleepin'
Reach for my chain, B-E-T-Y-O, you D-I-E
And you try out run this chopper, nigga, the fuck think you goin'? (The fuck you think you goin'?)
Let me out right here and walk him down, grrt, now he gone (Now he gone)

[Verse 3: D Sturdy]
Let me out right here and walk him down, grrt, now he gone
Light day, twenty K and it's foreign (Come on, bae)
Sixty on my bitch wrist, the type time I'm on (What you on?)
Nigga say he takin' what, frrt, now you gone (Bah)
I'm with five savages right now with hoodies on (Skied up)
Uh, that's your big homie, lil' nigga, I put him on (I put him on)
AP, put it on, honey bun, I be drawn
Even DJ Khaled know that we the best (Fuckin' dummies)
Before I heard of Nike, bitch, I had a check (Got that dog shit)
Blue hundreds on my dress, money over sex
Clearport, no commercial, bitch, I'm on a jet (Bitch, I'm on jet)