Open Lids Lyrics

We open lids and i aint talking 'bout no Pringles can

Bullets bigger than businesses even Pringles can't

They leave it all for the lives, they stay on instagram

But when he popping outside? Up in his mini-van

9s, 22s, 30s, 45s,

556's hit ya face i bet he wanna die

The way he talkin' holy fuck, then he must love the sky

Cuz he gon kiss it when a bullet hit him in his spine

And they be talkin on they live like they gon live it

But when a 223 or arp show, them niggas livid

Cuz they be mad when real niggas take they bitches

"Hey man! That wasnt nice" like nigga eat a dick

Cuz we dont give a fuck, who really tryna mix

Niggas rumble whoever, he mad i took his bitch

But i aint finna fight over girls, so i might bring the stick

Guarantee when shots go off them niggas get to running rick

And im done with doing shit for niggas they aint do for me

Niggas talking out they lip but its like what he do to me?

And i got knocked down, but i get up and stand on both my feet

Niggas capping in they raps knowing they talk to police

Free Gino, he see cops and he start upping on the speed

Niggas running from police but i know they aint catching me

Fuck 12, i scream that shit cuz niggas dont know how we be

And i be terrorizing streets so when them niggas catching me?

And im different, that facts

Young nigga chasing bags

I been stuck up in my ways, if he run up i let it clap

I been stayin in my lane, i know i been better at rap

Who been touching me? I stay up at the top, but with that gat

And how he dissing me? Nigga you dont even have a dad

Its a symphony the way i up this shit and let it tap

He stay dissing on the guys but aint his mans rolled in a pack?

And then his brother got hit up, a couple bullets to his back