Open Doors

Yeah, it's that shit right here, boy

Uh-huh, it's for them niggas that be blowin' they noses in the flyest foreigns (Yup)

Cooled out, yeah, Chef

You know what I'm sayin' (Ayo), good shit off

I feel a great year comin' again, bro, bro

Terry Cloth, the mother****in', alpaca shit on niggas

Yeah, ayo

I'm seeing a lot of sweatsuit king niggas and shit, let's go

They call me Louis Gas Pipe, I'm like the mafia's worst kid

Bentley bicycles, ten pistols, a slick bid

Bally wear it with some H. Winston's on

Panamera, black hood, white pipe and leather in the mirror

Shattered dreams, lonely pharaohs who ride across the Verrazano Narrows

Blunted up, guns and some camels

Sippin' Mai Tais, givin' high fives to the dread, lead jackets on

Go now, don't get caught up in the red

All we want is paper and some acres

Watch the Lakers get smashed up

We some nigg-niggas, **** the neighbors

Bitches of colors, gold rubbers, yo, we brothers

Protect us like SWAT in Iran and save our mothers

I own the peace in the Mideast, holdin' prayer for us

All of us bid it up, a good first, we gear lovers

Navy SEALs with baby steel

Laurel Piano Gooses, ridin' around in Cullies with veneers

One's for the money (Yeah)

Two's for the scammers (Uh-huh)

Three's for them hustlers, servin' holdin' the hammer (Yeah)

Four's for the flyest velours, more mansions

And five's for them niggas, get high and all champions

One's for the money (What?)

Two's for the scammers (Yeah)

Three's for them hustlers, servin' holdin' the hammer (Uh-huh)

Four's for the flyest velours, more mansions

And five's for them niggas, get high and all champions

Ayo, the gold version in me drip letters

Yo, mention my name a parade of guns get shot up in the air for fellas

Puma jackets and though jewelry

Thousand dollar footwear, all this Japan shit on me

A certain walk with a special bop, I rhyme significant

A smooth temperament from the top souls get bound

Ayo, my flows is grounded

Yo, I come from a special camp

All fresh bread, nope, no mold around it

Coupes? They glow around me

And troops? They hold it down for me

And any section, till the bad wolves in Vulcan County

I want it all, that's how I feel about me

I see they feelin' on me

Don't bring the villain on me, not cool

Yeah, let's just ride and elevate

We arrived and delegate

Then get high and celebrate (Celebrate)

Toast, big up kings and queens wearin' they blings and wings

Stay on your dean and dreams, let's sing

One's for the money (Yeah)

Two's for the scammers (Uh-huh)

Three's for them hustlers, servin' holdin' the hammer (Yeah)

Four's for the flyest velours, more mansions

And five's for them niggas, get high and all champions

One's for the money (What?)

Two's for the scammers (Yeah)

Three's for them hustlers, servin' holdin' the hammer (Uh-huh)

Four's for the flyest velours, more mansions

And five's for them niggas, get high and all champions

But this man, can he fight?

Of course, but he would be no match for the others