OPEN IT UP (feat. gbp deeko)

(Fantom)
Open it up
Open it up
Open that shit up, AYY!

Leaving my crib, you know I need a nice fit
Shit's worth more than your car, fine ass drip
Squad linking up to sesh we gon get lit
Pass me that spliff quick, gon need to take a hit
That boy is really sick, he might have COVID
Don't carry no stick, might still hit that lick
Back in Japan, didn't have no forks, it was only chopsticks
Back in Thailand smoking gas, didn't need no nic
Been around the world but it wasn't for nun
Sometimes I really feel like I gotta run
But I'm back now, fuck y'all I'm really here to stay
You know I'm chopping this shit up like I'm fuckin Bobby Flay
BRAT should've went number one, it's still fuck Tay-Tay
Roll that bitch, smoke her, now she on my fuckin ashtray
Real vamp, don't like being awake in the day
Sometimes shit get dramatic, like I'm on fuckin broadway
But I know it's in my mind, I just feel that way
Shooting out these bars like a chopper spray, AYY!

Open it up
Open it up
Fuck this up
Turn me up
Fill up my cup
Pour me up
Let's get geeked, yuh
Pop my shit, yuh
Pop my shit
Open it
Open it
Open it
Open that pit, uh
Open that pit, uh
OPEN THAT SHIT UP
AYYY!

Sick, off of the drank, way too high
Run up on me
Send shots to his head like no kapp bullets at his head gone fly
Got glock on my side, I got glock on my Louis bag
Bitch you shooting at me, bitch I'm shooting back
Had the drank way too much he had a heart attack
Fuck your SRT can't catch up with starter pack
Fuck your SRT can't catch up with me
All my dogs is some shooters they shooting from deep
I got a pill put your ass right to sleep
Paranoid bought the X boy I can't even sleep
Running the vet tryna run from the police
Too many pills on me they got me beat
Fuck I might pullover up on the street
I might just fuck on your bitch on the week
I might just fuck on your bitch and then take her out
That bitch just fucked one of mine I can't dick her down
Run up on me I might hit you down
AK on me and a gun and I stand around
Clip, I put that boy in a ditch, sipping on triss
Swerve off whippin SRT, can't catch up with this whip
Way too much lean out the gate got me sick
808 kicking as loud as it gets
I pop a xanny I swear cuz I'm tryna forget
Beat on the chopper rich like Ginette
Why the fuck he only talk on the net
Why the fuck he only sip on the tec
I only sip on that purple, you sip on that thirty
Shit brody it's not making sense

Open it up
Open it up
Fuck this up
Turn me up
Fill up my cup
Pour me up
Let's get geeked, yuh
Pop my shit, yuh pop my shit
Open it
Open it
Open it
Open that pit, uh
Open that pit, uh
OPEN THAT SHIT UP
AYYY!



Credits
Writer(s): Carter Britz, Dylan Kaufman, Noah Kaufman
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