Open Thoughts Lyrics

On the highway just coasting cause I'm high as hell

Niggas out here steady wishing better find a well

They like how the fuck he grinding he ain't on a rail

I'm just getting started guess I'm finna give em hell

Done giving you attention unless yo name money

Done putting energy in shit that don't mean nothing

Done with the Knat bitches I can't do no faking

It's some hoes that I hit nowhere near my ranking

Sliding through my side of town you know where I reside

Niggas birds whole Turkeys cause they act so jive

You can get this shit for 4 but I really charge 5

Froze up in the heat now you banned from the ride

Smart moves, calm and collected never show em yo hand

Up the sleeve for motivation not to be a stunt man

Told myself stay down and remember the plan

Every L was lesson took my blows to the chin

Glock in my lap 2 years off from my age

This that black bitch i can't ride around with no beige

Me and gang gone make a movie everytime on l stage

You ain't seen pape for real you now in constant rage

On the highway just coasting cause I'm high as hell

Niggas out here steady wishing better find a well

They like how the fuck he grinding he ain't on a rail

I'm just getting started guess I'm finna give em hell

Ain't no hesitation we ain't no time for games

Tryna stack this money higher than a goddamn crane

Fuck rap bubble up the bag and not the fame

Can't spare a nigga cause I don't carry change

Hoes always get to flocking everytime we posting

Just sitting here with me got her wet as the ocean

Once I hit just like Snapchat I get to ghosting

What you gotta know is some hoes gone be wide open

She like Ian got my pussy on me do the neck work?

With yo bitch doing shit I know gone make yo chest hurt

Still been that same Nigga since my mama gave birth

Hoes like JG baby there went yo worth

I took two Ls turned em right into a dub

This pape came from the grit straight out of the mud

Summer '22 was T'd all up in the club

I could care bout who liking me or showing love

Grab my Glock, say a prayer that's just how my days go

Need some woods been awhile since I had a faygo

Baby got that juicy fruit she my lil mango

That fake ass static boy it take two to tango

Seandro's my name I came to welcome you into the Eastside

No rats, snakes, or pussy niggas acting feline

Petty shopping on these lines gets yo calls declined

If you broke give yo pockets hope brody be kind