Open Praise Letra

'Fore you get that ass kicked, talkin' all that shit (Ayo, ayo)
I can see if you was really makin' a grip
But you punk ass niggas ain't on shit
Tell those hoes where you got that fat shit at (Brra)
Ayo, ayo, brra
Brra

Ayo, my pearls from Tiffany, she can't do shit to me (Can't do shit to me)
The Glock 10, lemon squeeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
All I need is a brick and a thousand fiends (And a thousand fiends)
Claire's first, pipe at the Sotheby's (At the Sotheby's)
Flip vs. Phil on Broadway and Miller (Ah)
I'm lookin' like a drug dealer (Lookin' like a drug dealer)
I'm lookin' like Paq at the fight, rockin' silk, nigga (Woo)
I'm nothin' like these rap niggas (Nothin' like these rap niggas)
Pac'll get shitty with the VCR, Juice on bootleg
Headshot, doctor had to stitch his shit together (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
He only left with two dreads (Two dreads)
Race through Central Park and got the coupe back (Skrrt)
Ain't too many niggas where I'm from got brick money
Rest in peace, Prick, you was that nigga, you'd kill for me
(Rest in peace, Prick)
If 'Chine Gun was still livin', you'd be that nigga, you'd kill for me

Ayo, love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up (Way up), way up (Way up), way up (Way up)
(Ayo, love, fuck these niggas)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up (Way up), way up (Way up), way up (Way up)
(I went from a time and date to a Richard, nigga)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up, way up (Way up), I'm way up (Way up)
(Four bedrooms to ten, nigga)
(Every car this year, nigga)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up (Way up), way up (Way up), way up (Way up)
(I'd hate me too)
You gotta get your punk ass out