Open Door

Lyrics for Open Door

Where we at? Seen men break, tattle and fold Placed out on my soul, I had to scram, shake, rattle and roll Shot out west to Cali, came back with the 'bows For the cheap concrete, we weigh packages whole Stay strapped with the poles, shotgun, Maybach or the Rolls This ain't that, can't lack with the load, stay attractin' the hoes Gang on the name tag of my clothes The Rollie plain, chain platinum and gold Stay jackin' the pros, niggas stealin', straight jackin' my flows I'm independent, eight racks on my shows Bae strapped and she cold, even though I'm laid back when I'm blowed Don't be another face tat on my bros It's ConCreatures Yo, check it, ayo Got my bread hand to hand, I ain't get no Check from the government (Nah, fuck that) Re-up with my mans, split the grams we was thuggin' in (Uh-huh) Fuckin' on a square ho but really love a gutter bitch (I love her) The eyeball the work in her purse and hold the rubber grip Hustlin' my heritage, nothing to turn one to six (Yeah) Got it out the mud and made it happen, fuck a wonder if (Facts) Locked in the cell, we was scrappin' , Son, throw up your fists (What up?) Shootin' thirty-ones, he 'bout that Action like a Bronson flick (Uh-huh) Always on some shit, my lifestyle a felony Still sellin' dope, niggas thinkin' I'm a celebrity The twenty-three I tote turn your brain cells to celery (Brrah) And rockin' bells like LL will end your destiny Worked the pill presser 'fore I ever had a press release (Facts) My niggas will press ya, press triggers then rest in peace (Brrah) Sheesh, cook the fish like hot grease Straight drop, come and cop P (Yeah) I got 'em kneelin' to the yay, seven days Give thanks to my wrist, all praise I might throw a cocaine parade Sittin' on seventy-seven bricks while I wave Bought a kilo, stepped on it, got a ego Got a speedboat, a Ferrari Portofino (Woo) All perico, money spillin' out the safe Pythons and thotties, I'm Jake the Snake You fake, I know I'm late, I was halfway through a twenty-eight Dropped the ice on it, threw it on the plate and skated I send my shooter through again if you make it (Brrah) Holy black Jesus, Hail Mary, Troy Aikman (Aikman) Just make sure you winnin' when the game end All my bitches love the stove, not Raymond (Raymond) Is it flame? Shit, I wouldn't even know I ain't had to open up a whole thing since '04 Smell it reekin' through the wrapper so you know it's raw Fans love me but the drug buyers know me more We don't save hoes, the policy is open door Pull up, I serve you niggas like an open store (Pull up) Smell it reekin' through the wrapper so you know it's raw Fans love me but the drug buyers know me more We don't save hoes, the policy is open door (Woo) Pull up, I serve you niggas like an open store Smell it reekin' through the wrapper so you know it's raw (Smell it) Fans love me but the drug buyers know me more (They know me) We don't save hoes, the policy is open door Pull up, I serve you niggas like an open store (Pull up) Smell it reekin' through the wrapper so you know it's raw Fans love me but the drug buyers know me more We don't save hoes, the policy is open door Pull up, I serve you niggas like an open store