Open Bows

[Intro]
Boy you a fool for this

[Verse 1]
Daily routine grab a pack o woods
Head to the hood so I can slap some bud
Smell it down the block when it’s wrapped up
Traffic backed up on Straff my wood is strapped up
Fuck doing a song, rather sell a piece
Niggas say they got a couple hundred bitch my verse is G’s
Load it up with the 448’s for the 33
Pull the mags down if you play around with my currency
Put the Glock down and start opening dough
Used to hug the block till it open to close
Put words on the pad now I open shows
Fuck if I don’t do the shows bitch I open doors
Tryna get rich off of a bitch who wanna slap a hoe
Tryna step a foot in that pussy you gon’ crack a four
I’ve been told needed Glocks before I wrote a song
Yell the nigga with the big Glock what they know me for, we straight

[Hook]
I used to hold a Glock just to make the dough
Start doing the songs just to make a toast
Fuck opening shows bitch I open doors
Plug blowing up a nigga phone say he got the load
Fuck open the shows bitch I open doors
Fuck open the shows bitch I open doors
Fuck open the shows bitch I open doors

[Verse 2]
G-L-O-C-K bitch it’s a Glock
Man’s in the email waiting still on the block
Was in the spot give a fuck if it’s hot, I need guac
Cheese, cheddar, chicken or whatever you call it
I need a lot nigga
Fuck doing the feed I’m tryna buy a kilo
Nigga want miles on this shit I need three G’s
I was just in they crib blowing out some B’s
Whole house bumping shit is like a pot of collard greens
Fuck going on tour I’m thinking bout that chopper
Head trigger right next to the Porsche head to the doctor
You acting ass niggas might win a fucking Oscar
These 448’s come get a bag or get that job mopping
I do bitches stone cold, Steve Austin
Bitch I be getting so bold sleepwalking
Hoe you ain’t bust not one day, keep walking
Plus I can get you gone today just keep talking, money to…

[Hook]
I used to hold a Glock just to make the dough
Start doing the songs just to make a toast
Fuck opening shows bitch I open doors
Plug blowing up a nigga phone say he got the load
Fuck open the shows bitch I open doors
Fuck open the shows bitch I open doors
Fuck open the shows bitch I open doors
Plug blowing up a nigga phone say he got the load

[Verse 3]
I’m addicted to hustling, really addicted to money
Feds came do the sweep and a couple niggas would smoke me
When I was just down bad the bitches were saying fuck me
Now they see me with this money they calling and trying to fuck me
These boys they know what’s up, you can’t pay a nigga to touch me
I’m trapping 24/7 I’m feeling just like a junkie
Only moving for money, fuck whoever judge me
Pour away all my problems aye pap send money
Very quick I touch Cali, nigga you can’t tell the difference
You ain’t never seen a nigga pout a 20 out the ceiling
All these honeys on me nigga you ain’t even know they feeling
Came a long ass way from all these drug dealing, bitch

[Hook]
Start doing the songs just to make a toast
Fuck opening shows bitch I open doors
Plug blowing up a nigga phone say he got the load
Fuck open the shows bitch I open doors
Fuck open the shows bitch I open doors
Fuck open the shows bitch I open doors
Plug blowing up a nigga phone say he got the load