Open SZN Lyrics

Niggas say they want smoke, well let me find a lighter

Yeah, dog neck water, but it's nasty like crystal geyser

Hang my jersey in the rafters when I go retire

Even if she tuck ten cent, the bitch gon' get fired

Thank you to my side bitch, she keep it low-key

And I don't fuck with genesis, but you gon' catch me OT

Niggas claim they the plug, but really workin', sheik

Wake up in the morning, dream chasin', but I don't know meek

Yeah, I'm finna show my ass, I got a mad boy

Gon' end up like Biggie for niggas thinkin' that they bad boys

I know niggas envy me, it got me feelin' like I'm Cowboy

My lil' brother slidin', poppin' Perkys like they Altoids

Stop flexin' your chain, you had to pay it off

My dad almost 60 and that nigga still play with raw

These bullets like the bite, niggas, it'll eat your face off

Hall of Fame badge on the Glock, limitless takeoff

I'll cuss a bitch out like I ain't got no manners

And I might swing if this hoe pull out her camera

I took three green pills and now I'm Bruce Banner

Sometimes only person there for me was Arm and Hammer

Yesterday I shut a bitch down and said it's in your mental

You better listen to this game because it's influential

Here bitch, write this shit down, I even got a pencil

My fiend died, so I kept his pipe cause it's sentimental

I think my brother took my Perks, it's a couple missing

I took a honey pack, nigga, now my dick is twitchin

Bitch, do not call my phone, you ain't talkin' shit

Have lil' baby set it up, we leave him dry like a Popeye's biscuit

Bitch, don't leave it at the door, leave it on the mantel

It's Drake, get to singin', I nicknamed it Tevin Canfield

I know a nigga in New York sellin' black like Julius Ransom

I'm in the hood passin' out testers like Costco samples