OPEN CASKET Lyrics

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Leave that open casket for his moms we ain't gone shoot his face

Walk in get the money blow the strap hop in and do the race

Always got a mask up on my face you ain't gone prove the case

I had to clear my schedule I beat her back from two to eight

My nigga only weigh 135 but he still shoot the K

Flying down the interstate might fuck around and lose the breaks

But imma keep my foot up on that pedal I gotta lose them jakes

Walk up to him sit him straight

She pleasure me like Chick-Fil-A

I put you on a dinner plate

Just like my song called dinner plate

I had to hop inside my separate lane them niggas in the way

Fuck all that I'm getting paid

The AP look like Minute Maid

Yes for real the AP it look like lemonade

My Momma said I shouldn't smoke I did it anyway

No disrespect in anyway

I'm heavy class you featherweight

And I'm high as fuck so I'm hella late

Today could not be a better day

250 in this Hellcat yeah I might burn alive

To measure me between the king and goat I might be borderline

You niggas do it for the clout my niggas they ignore the Vine

My nigga borederline schizophrenic poke you like a porcupine

I'm finna get down on your bitch just like I'm Genuine

Yeah I might not be a lord but I'm a demigod

No I cannot discuss with no niggas niggas tell a lot

Better stop

They like Swoleei nigga boy you better drop

Pushing P … Jabba Hut

Niggas weird not with us

Smoke a blunt let's stop for lunch

Let's hit the road it's time to run

I can never trust that boy again that boy be acting up

Niggas posting cribs on Instagram I'm finna have the fattest one

Pack-a-Punch

Upgraded my stick so I could pack a bunch

Pack a lunch

Packed it with promethazine and Captain Crunch

Don Toliver I've had enough

I'm sick of feeling sad and stuff

Feel like the world is mad at us

You can't find me like a platypus

Nigga

JBLs up on my desk on DG head it's AKG

I'm finna go and burn my clothes like I hate KD

Yeah I'll let you smoke with me lil bro but the dank ain't free

I don't give a fuck about a broke nigga

I don't want commission bitch I want the whole figure

These niggas ask when I'm finna drop shit I don't know nigga

I'm tryna touch a mil' for real bitch I'm a go getter

Stay alone so simple

Straight forward no riddles

Niggas I don't post with 'em

I'd rather stay up at home

But I'll still hop inside that AMG and drive 'till I'm gone

No point in righting my wrongs

But I'll get to it I promise

Huh

Leave that open casket for his moms we ain't gone shoot his face

Walk in get the money blow the strap hop in and do the race

Always got a mask up on my face you ain't gone prove the case

I had to clear my schedule I beat her back from two to eight

My nigga only weigh 135 but he still shoot the K

Flying down the interstate might fuck around and lose the breaks

But imma keep my foot up on that pedal I gotta lose them jakes