Westside Gunn – Open Praise Lyrics

Open Praise Lyrics – Westside Gunn

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 shit
Tell those hoes where you got that fat shit at (Brr)
Ayo, ayo, brr, brr

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 things (And a thousand things)
Class first, pride [?] at the [?] (At the [?])
Flip vs. Phil [?] on broadway miller
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
Pops gettin’ 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)
Racin’ through Central Park and got the coup’e (Got)
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

Ayo, love turned to envy ’cause I’m way up, way up, way up
Love turned to envy ’cause I’m way up, way up, way up
Love turned to envy ’cause I’m way up, way up, way up
Love turned to envy ’cause I’m way up, way up, way up

You gotta get your punk ass out