Letra Open Praise - Westside Gunn

Open Praise

Get your ass out here, get your punk ass out here\nTrick, snitch, bitch, shut the fuck up\n'Fore you get that ass kicked, talkin' all that shit (Ayo, ayo)\nI can see if you was really makin' a grip\nBut you podcast niggas ain’t shit\nTell old\nwhere you got that fat shit at (Brr)\nAyo, ayo, brr, brr\nAyo, my pearls from Tiffany, she can’t do shit to me (Can't do shit to me)\nThe Glock.10, lemon squeeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nAll I need is a brick and a thousand things (And a thousand things)\nClass first, pride\non broadway\nI’m lookin' like a drug dealer (Lookin' like a drug dealer)\nI’m lookin' like Paq at the fight, rockin' silk, nigga (Woo)\nI’m nothin' like these rap niggas\nPops gettin' shitty with the VCR\non bootleg, headshot, doctor had to stitch shit together (Boom, boom, boom,\nboom, boom)\nHe only left with two dreads (Two dreads)\nRacin' through Central Park and got the coupe\nAin’t too many niggas where I’m from got brick money\nRest in peace, Prick, you was that nigga, you kill for me (Rest in peace, Prick)\nIf 'Chine Gun was still livin', you’d be that nigga you kill for me\nAyo, love turned to envy 'cause I’m way up, way up, way up\nLove turned to envy 'cause I’m way up, way up, way up\nLove turned to envy 'cause I’m way up, way up, way up\nLove turned to envy 'cause I’m way up, way up, way up\nYou gotta get your punk ass out