Westside Gunn - Open Praise lyrics
[Westside Gunn - Open Praise lyrics]
Get your ass out here
Get your punk ass out here
Trick, snitch, bitch, shut the fuck up
'Fore you get that ass kicked
Talkin' all that shit (Ayo, ayo)
I can see if you was really makin' a grip
But you punk ass niggas ain't on shit
Tell those hoes where you got
That fat shit at (Brra)
Ayo, ayo, brra brra
Ayo, my pearls from Tiffany
She can't do shit to me
(Can't do shit to me)
The Glock 10, lemon squeeze
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
All I need is a brick and a thousand fiends
(And a thousand fiends)
Claire's first, pipe at the Sotheby's
(At the Sotheby's)
Flip vs phil on Broadway and Miller (Ah)
I'm lookin' like a drug dealer
(Lookin' like a drug dealer)
I'm lookin' like Paq at
The fight, rockin' silk, nigga
(Woo) i'm nothin' like thesе rap niggas
(Nothin' like these rap niggas)
Pac'll gеt shitty with the VCR
Juice on bootleg
Headshot, doctor had to stitch
His shit together
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
He only left with two dreads (Two dreads)
Race through Central Park and
Got the coupe back (Skrrt)
Ain't too many niggas where I'm
From got brick money
Rest in peace, Prick, you was that nigga
You'd kill for me (Rest in peace, Prick)
If 'Chine Gun was still livin'
You'd be that nigga, you'd kill for me
Ayo, love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up
(Way up) , way up (Way up) , way up (Way up)
(Ayo, love, fuck these niggas)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up
(Way up) , way up (Way up) , way up (Way up)
(I went from a time and date to a Richard
Nigga)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up
Way up (Way up) , I'm way up (Way up)
(Four bedrooms to ten, nigga)
(Every car this year, nigga)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up
(Way up) , way up (Way up) , way up (Way up)
(I'd hate me too)
You gotta get your punk ass out
Get your punk ass out here
Trick, snitch, bitch, shut the fuck up
'Fore you get that ass kicked
Talkin' all that shit (Ayo, ayo)
I can see if you was really makin' a grip
But you punk ass niggas ain't on shit
Tell those hoes where you got
That fat shit at (Brra)
Ayo, ayo, brra brra
Ayo, my pearls from Tiffany
She can't do shit to me
(Can't do shit to me)
The Glock 10, lemon squeeze
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
All I need is a brick and a thousand fiends
(And a thousand fiends)
Claire's first, pipe at the Sotheby's
(At the Sotheby's)
Flip vs phil on Broadway and Miller (Ah)
I'm lookin' like a drug dealer
(Lookin' like a drug dealer)
I'm lookin' like Paq at
The fight, rockin' silk, nigga
(Woo) i'm nothin' like thesе rap niggas
(Nothin' like these rap niggas)
Pac'll gеt shitty with the VCR
Juice on bootleg
Headshot, doctor had to stitch
His shit together
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
He only left with two dreads (Two dreads)
Race through Central Park and
Got the coupe back (Skrrt)
Ain't too many niggas where I'm
From got brick money
Rest in peace, Prick, you was that nigga
You'd kill for me (Rest in peace, Prick)
If 'Chine Gun was still livin'
You'd be that nigga, you'd kill for me
Ayo, love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up
(Way up) , way up (Way up) , way up (Way up)
(Ayo, love, fuck these niggas)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up
(Way up) , way up (Way up) , way up (Way up)
(I went from a time and date to a Richard
Nigga)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up
Way up (Way up) , I'm way up (Way up)
(Four bedrooms to ten, nigga)
(Every car this year, nigga)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up
(Way up) , way up (Way up) , way up (Way up)
(I'd hate me too)
You gotta get your punk ass out