Open the Gates

Huh, huh, walk around I feel like a champ
I got marks on the road, watch me go hit a ramp
And Cole Myer a jew so he walkin' into camp
I put the fire in the spark and it look like a lamp
I'm burnin' up in this bitch 'til my skin turn to ash
I bring a whole lot of red so it look like a rash
We like a fish in the tank, bitch, don't knock on the glass
I pour up Tito's and Jack and I fill up the flask
Runnin' this shit like a campaign in '07
I'm fly like a god, I might go make a new heaven
I open the gates and meet God, I am not stressin'
I'm rockin' black jeans and I'm switchin' my aesthetic
I'ma slice off his arm, I won't buy him a prosthetic
This shit getting crazy, this shit gettin' real hectic
Go pull out the metal, lil' bitch, I'ma go press him

Give a fuck what you say, I pull up with a K
I'ma spray any day, I'ma fly to L.A
I don't got a bae, ask that bitch how it taste
And I run to the bank and I swear I get paid
Leave that bitch in a haze cause the drugs were all laced
I pull up on the chase, I pull up gettin' faced
I'm closin' the case and I know that I'm safe
And I'm runnin' this shit so I'm watchin' my pace

007, said 007, I double my money, I call up the reverend
See blood on the rims, see blood on the road
You wonder whose body, I'm gon' leave you guessin'
I know it's a test, I said I'm the best
I feel like DJ Khaled, my presence a blessing
Pull up with a stick, pull up with a Glock
We killin' some money tonight, who you wreckin'

All sevens finna go pull up in Vegas and play on the slots
Fuck guessin', I'ma go play with the bitch and I call her my thot
I'm switchin' my whip when I'm switchin' my fit
Lil' bitch pull the S.R.T. up off the lot
You ain't on this team and I know you're not reppin'
I don't give a fuck if you winnin' or not
You ain't winnin' like me, gotta cut you off
Throwin' the bomb, lil' bitch, this is a Molotov
Yeah, every time I go and hit a lick, rockin' a balaclav'
Yeah, fuckin' on this badass bitch and she wanna top me off

I see some demons up under my bed
I got some monsters that live in my head
I got some bitches that use me for dick and right after I fuck 'em I leave 'em for dead
This shit gettin' icky, this shit gettin' sticky, I pull up and fuck 'em and fuck on the titties
I got a big choppa, got blues, I got a 50s, I got a lil' choppa, shoot with in the blicky
I'm 'bout to do shots with my pops cause he gon' smoke a pot, drinkin' vodka, it's Tito's, I said hold the rocks

Move down to Missouri look like Lewis and Clark
I carry the light and move out of the dark
You swim like a fish, I got teeth like a shark
I just had a Cole, but I didn't have Charc

Put that bitch in reverse, I ain't put it in park
I got webs like a spider, but I ain't Tony Stark
Give a fuck what you say, I pull up with a K
I'ma spray any day, I'ma fly to L.A
I don't got a bae, ask that bitch how it taste
And I run to the bank and I swear I get paid
Leave that bitch in a haze cause the drugs were all laced
I pull up on the chase, I pull up gettin' faced
I'm closin' the case and I know that I'm safe
And I'm runnin' this shit so I'm watchin' my pace

You know where I am, I'm outside, we can fight
And I'm rocking all black with the pack by the light
Gotta Mac, like it's Apple, lil' bitch, I'ma bite
We can both act stupid, you know that I'm right
Mix a Sprite with a wock, turn it into a night
Pop a bean with a perky, got me lookin' white
And I'm feelin' real dizzy, can't see, got no sight
500 racks, bitch, I am one of a kind

These women all mine and these women all dimes
Told 'em get in line and stop wastin' my time
Harder than ever, I'm still in my prime
Greener than ever, I'm green like a slime
Said it's my time to shine, bitch, I'm harder than ever
I put on a coat cause it's cold, check the weather
I'll fuck any bitch, I don't care, it's whatever
And that's better than you, boy, your body count never



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Writer(s): Cole Myer
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