
Open Em! Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Turn up my music, I'm just finna flex to it
I got a stick in my jeans and my dick is right next to it
I fuck a bad bitch, I hit up my swin, I'm finna pass to him
I got these bags, I got these bags, I got these bags, yeah, I got these racks in 'em
I got a stick and it got an extendo it got a red dot and you know I don't lack with it
How long is it gon' take to see I'm the shit, I'ma give you some laxatives
How long is my mag, hollow tip rounds, yeah, we finna casket 'em
How long is yo' money, my pockets big, my pockets got racks in 'em
How long is yo' inhale, look at my lungs, yeah, they got some packs in 'em
Choppas on choppas with mags in 'em
Yeah, we finna John Paxon 'em
We ran outta bullets, the maximum
Y'all is so pussy, y'all vaginal
My money like Lego, they stackable
I'm sicker than AIDS, I'm magical
I got big ol' M's, they capital
I'm eatin' good like a cannibal
Big ol' racks, in my bag
Countin' these bands, with my hands
I'm with my slime, I'm with my slatt
Don't waste my time, bitch gimme yo' ass
Why you say you gettin' that pussy, you know you lonely
Why you still tryna blow up, man, you know you forty
I'ma just mind my business, 'cause I'm livin' cozy
I'ma just stay in my lane and count up racks with my Brody
Turn up my music, I'm just finna flex to it
I got a stick in my jeans and my dick is right next to it
I fuck a bad bitch, I hit up my swin, I'm finna pass to him
I got these bags, I got these bags, I got these bags, yeah, I got these racks in 'em
I got a stick and it got an extendo it got a red dot and you know I don't lack with it
How long is it gon' take to see I'm the shit, I'ma give you some laxatives
How long is my mag, hollow tip rounds, yeah, we finna casket 'em
How long is yo' money, my pockets big, my pockets got racks in 'em
How long is yo' inhale, look at my lungs, yeah, they got some packs in 'em
Choppas on choppas with mags in 'em
Yeah, we finna John Paxon 'em
We ran outta bullets, the maximum
Y'all is so pussy, y'all vaginal
My money like Lego, they stackable
I'm sicker than AIDS, I'm magical
I got big ol' M's, they capital
I'm eatin' good like a cannibal