My Address Public lyrics

[Intro]
Come on, hmm
Come on, hmm
Come on, mmm
Come on, come on
Lil Top, n*gga (D-Roc)

[Verse 1]
Woke up in the mornin', smoke my Newport like a camel, I need answers
I'm f*cked up and I been contemplatin' 'bout blammin' 'em and slammin' 'em
Tryna stick you out your cannon, b*tch, then lay you on a canvas
All this money layin' 'round this b*tch, I'm long ways from sadly
I'm a savage like my daddy, I get active, yeah, you heard me
Tote .223s in my 23s, b*tch make me pop out that 'Burban
pus*y n*ggas wan' swerve me, she heard about it, she worried
Pull on side me, open fire, I'm tryna do a b*tch dirty

[Chorus]
Ooh, ballin'
Who that is that's callin'? Tell 'em that I'm slime
Say ooh, I'm stalkin'
Tеll him that I'm on 'em, my address public
'Cause I got a choppеr 'round this motherf*cker
I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something
She was on my di*k and you know I f*cked her
Over a million dollars layin' on the table
I got my cutter, n*gga
[Verse 2]
Yeah, b*tch, come and f*ck with me
Two-four-seven gettin' it, I been tryna make a way
I, I been grindin', tryna make a livin'
Baby girl, you the sickest, why you hidin'?
I fly you private, come f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah, fly you to my city, yeah
Salt Lake, this my business, b*tch
Pressed, why you up in it? Yeah
I'm Kentrell, yeah, you see me winnin'
I'm the one who split him when I got fresh out of prison
Pour up on that keke, I'm YB, you know me
Poured up off that codeine, I'm strapped, I'm movin' slowly
I'm so f*ckin' lonely, I been needin' her for to hold me
But once I put it on her, she want money, get from 'round me
I'm a f*ckin' gunner, still that same way that they found me
At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin' through my teeth
Friends posted some years later, I'm happy who ain't f*ck with me
And b*tch, you better not f*ck with me, you know I got this gun on me, hmm

[Chorus]
Ballin'
Who that is that's callin'? Tell 'em that I'm slime
Say ooh, I'm stalkin'
Tell him that I'm on 'em, my address public
'Cause I got a chopper 'round this motherf*cker
I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something
She was on my di*k and you know I f*cked her
Over a million dollars layin' on the table
I got my cutter, n*gga
[Outro]
Pour up on that keke, I'm YB, you know me
Poured up off that codeine, I'm strapped, I'm movin' slowly
I'm so f*ckin' lonely, I been needin' her for to hold me
But once I put it on her, she want money, get from 'round me
I'm a f*ckin' gunner, still that same way that they found me
At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin' through my teeth
Friends posted some years later, I'm happy who ain't f*ck with me
And b*tch, you better not f*ck with me, you know I got this gun on me