L1l M1K3Y, Lil Baghdadi - 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

Written by:
Trevor Singh

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