Open lyrics - yelawolf (feat. DJ Paul)

 Chop it up

Chop it up

Chop it up

DJ Paul, KOM

She so open, we so open

She so open, we so open

She so open, soon as I pulled out, mane, that thing was still open

Waffle house style, twenty-fo' seven-

Okay, okay, okay

This liquor that's in my system got me spinnin' and talkin' venom

Walkin' through the parkin' lot, dive in the bar, like I'm swimmin'

'Scuse me, bitch, out my way, no security's in my face

Part the seas with my clique, look at this fool, fuck you say?

Never been scared of no hood, never been shook by no hate

Runnin' my town solo dolo, ready to die, testin' fate

Mama's boy, outta my mind, Travis Barker, Psycho White

Barely full, ate that money but I can't fill my appetite

'Cause I am all about that hustle (can't stop, I'm)

All about the trouble (and I might just)

Push up on your bitch (like I am)

All about that muscle (I got that)

Mafia inside me (Three 6 and)

Memphis right beside me (this ain't no)

Ladder worth you climbing (no, bitch, you)

Ain't about to try me ('cause we just)

Double up, double up, triple up, triple up

Jump a motherfucker like a trampoline

Pour it up, pour it up, in a cup, fill it up

Drink a motherfucker under the sea

You dissin', dissin', bitchin', bitchin', dealin', barely copin'

I wish you would, I'm wishin', hopin', twenty-fo' seven, we stay

Open, we so open

She so open, we so open

She so open, soon as I pulled out, mane, that thing was still open

Waffle house style, twenty-fo' seven, we stay open

Me and the blue cheese elopin'

Rolled through Winter Springs and we're lookin' like kings

Some teens that we gotta put hope in

Man, the car came through so sick

That shit wasn't my whip, would've thought it was COVID

Strap hangin' off my hip

Shots tryna get in my grip, would've thought I owed it

Folks get shot everyday 'round here

Prob'ly best you don't try to play 'round here

Homeboys doin' stakeouts

You're only A1 if you keepin' you a K 'round here

Man, I zip that down, they don't see my nuts

Y'all buyin' fake-ass zips of the runts

Reason I know 'cause my homeboys all repackage

No actavis, in the streets we active

I am all about the hustle (can't match me)

Red dot on your head, it (ain't acne)

Who the hottest in the city?

Well, that depend on who you askin'

I keep my gun handy

Y'all done opened up a can of worms with me, it's uncanny

Off the drugs 'cause I'm liable to try to kill you pussies off of one xanny

To the opps plotted, like the money, had to stretch it

How you s'posed to win? Yo' package gettin' intercepted

I send them shots again, the first time, you ain't get the message

Don't know when it's gon' end so every day should count yo' blessings

And every day I stay open