Open Doors

Lyrics for Open Doors

Yeah This that shit right here, boy Uh-huh It's for them niggas that be blowin' They noses in the flyest foreigns Yep Cooled out Yeah, chef You know what I'm sayin'? Ayo Great shit only I feel a great year comin' again, bro-bro Terry cloths to motherfuckin' alpaca shit on this Yeah Ayo See a lot of sweat suit king niggas and shit Let's go They call me Louis Gas Pipe, I'm like the mafia's worst kid Bentley bicycles, ten pistols, a slick bid Bally wearer with some H Winstons on Panamera Black hood, white pipe, and leather in the mirror Shattered dreams, lonely pharaohs who ride across the Verrazzano-Narrows, blunted up, guns and some Camels Sippin' Mai Tais, givin' high fives to the dread Lead jackets on go now, don't get caught up in the red All we want is paper and some acres Watch the Lakers get smashed up, we Some Knick niggas, fuck them neighbors Bitches in colors, gold rubbers, yo, we brothers Protect us like SWAT in Iran and save our mothers I own a piece in the Middle East holdin' prayer for us All of us bearded up with good furs, we gear lovers Navy SEALs with baby steel Loro Piana Goosers ridin' around in colories with veneers Ones for the money, twos for the scammers Threes for them hustlers servin' holdin' the hammer Fours for the flies with laws, more mansions And fives for them niggas get high and haul champions Ones for the money, twos for the scammers Threes for the hustlers servin' holdin' the hammer Fours for the flies with laws, more mansions And fives for them niggas get high and haul champions Ayo, the gold version in Egypt letters Yo, mention my name, a parade of guns Get shot up in the air for fellas Puma jackets and tough jewelry Thousand dollar footwear All this Japan shit, oh, hear me? A certain walk with a special bop, I rhyme significant A smooth temperament from the top soles Get pounded, yo, my flows is grounded Yo, I come from a special camp All fresh bread, nope, no mold around it Coupes, they glow around me, and troops, they hold it down for me And any section to the bad wolves in Fulton County I want it all, that's how I feel about me I see they failin' out me Don't bring the villain out me, not cool Yeah, let's just ride and elevate We arrived and delegate, then get high and celebrate Toast, big up kings and queens wearin' they blings and wings Stay on your din and dreams, let's sing Ones for the money, twos for the scammers Threes for them hustlers servin' holdin' the hammer Fours for the flies with laws, more mansions And fives for them niggas get high and haul champions Ones for the money, twos for the scammers Threes for the hustlers servin' holdin' the hammer Fours for the flies with laws, more mansions And fives for them niggas get high and haul champions But this man, can he fight? Of course But he would be no match for the others