Westside Gunn - Open Praise Lyrics

(Fuck outta here, nigga) 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 (ayy, yo, ayy, yo)
I can see if you was really makin' a grip
But you punk-ass niggas ain't shit (ayy, yo, ayy, yo)
Tell those hoes where you got that fat shit at (brrt)
Ayy, yo, ayy, yo (brrt, brrt)

Ayy, yo, my pearls from Tiffany, she can't do shit to me (can't do shit to me)
The Glock .10, lemon squeeze
All I need is a brick and a thousand fiends (and a thousand fiends)
Claire's first, pipe at the Sotheby's (st the Sotheby's)
Flip versus 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 these rap niggas (nothin' like these rap niggas)
Pocket gettin' shitty with the VCR
Juice on bootleg, headshot, doctor had to stitch his shit together
He only left with two dreads (two dreads)
Racin' through Central Park and got the coupe red (skrrt)
Ayy, yo, ain't too many niggas where I'm from got brick money
Rest in peace, Prick, you was that nigga, you kill for me (rest in peace, Prick)
If 'Chine Gun was still livin', you'd be that nigga you kill for me

Ayy, yo, love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up (ayy, yo, Lord)
Way up (way up), way up (fuck these niggas)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up (way up)
way up (way up), way up
(I was from a tower gate to a richie, nigga)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up (four bedrooms at ten, nigga)
way up (way up), I'm way up (way up)
(Every card this year, nigga)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up (I hate me too)
way up (way up), way up (way up)

You gotta get your punk ass out