PUBLIC ENEMIES

I pull up with guns, I pull up with sticks Diamonds up on me, we always get rich, Big styles the way, you better not trip I'll go pack an opp then hit a lick, Look at all the opps I've packed You know Big Styles trapping People say I'm hating Nah B I'm just rapping Twong got packed We smoking parmesan cheese Diamonds on me, I got Louis V Chanel Chane'-ne' and, snakes like Gucci We don't like snakes though, yuh, rest in peace Yeah, I'm taking the cheese from your mans Yeah, I'm daring him to go ham You been hating so long you a fan I get to still talkin bands Yeah I'm making a name through the land I had gamers getting murked in a van Your OGs been stuck in the can You moving so far, that you think that you ran I been talkin through all them F and N ain't nothin man All through the ends your not the man Put you working on that land You still putting on all them brands I could bargain through demands I been plotting for them bands You gon listen to commands I done got all of that business Operations on the back Break in your house this not Christmas I pull up through all of that