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shredgang mone - open bows lyrics

[intro]
boy you a fool for this

[verse 1]
daily routine grab a pack o woods
head to the hood so i can slap some bud
smell it down the block when it’s wrapped up
traffic backed up on straff my wood is strapped up
f-ck doing a song, rather sell a piece
n-ggas say they got a couple hundred b-tch my verse is g’s
load it up with the 448’s for the 33
pull the mags down if you play around with my currency
put the glock down and start opening dough
used to hug the block till it open to close
put words on the pad now i open shows
f-ck if i don’t do the shows b-tch i open doors
tryna get rich off of a b-tch who wanna slap a hoe
tryna step a foot in that p-ssy you gon’ crack a four
i’ve been told needed glocks before i wrote a song
yell the n-gga with the big glock what they know me for, we straight

[hook]
i used to hold a glock just to make the dough
start doing the songs just to make a toast
f-ck opening shows b-tch i open doors
plug blowing up a n-gga phone say he got the load
f-ck open the shows b-tch i open doors
f-ck open the shows b-tch i open doors
f-ck open the shows b-tch i open doors

[verse 2]
g-l-o-c-k b-tch it’s a glock
man’s in the email waiting still on the block
was in the spot give a f-ck if it’s hot, i need guac
cheese, cheddar, chicken or whatever you call it
i need a lot n-gga
f-ck doing the feed i’m tryna buy a kilo
n-gga want miles on this sh-t i need three g’s
i was just in they crib blowing out some b’s
whole house bumping sh-t is like a pot of collard greens
f-ck going on tour i’m thinking bout that chopper
head trigger right next to the porsche head to the doctor
you acting -ss n-ggas might win a f-cking oscar
these 448’s come get a bag or get that job mopping
i do b-tches stone cold, steve austin
b-tch i be getting so bold sleepwalking
hoe you ain’t bust not one day, keep walking
plus i can get you gone today just keep talking, money to…

[verse 3]
i’m addicted to hustling, really addicted to money
feds came do the sweep and a couple n-ggas would smoke me
when i was just down bad the b-tches were saying f-ck me
now they see me with this money they calling and trying to f-ck me
these boys they know what’s up, you can’t pay a n-gga to touch me
i’m trapping 24/7 i’m feeling just like a junkie
only moving for money, f-ck whoever judge me
pour away all my problems aye pap send money
very quick i touch cali, n-gga you can’t tell the difference
you ain’t never seen a n-gga pout a 20 out the ceiling
all these honeys on me n-gga you ain’t even know they feeling
came a long -ss way from all these drug dealing, b-tch

[hook]
start doing the songs just to make a toast
f-ck opening shows b-tch i open doors
plug blowing up a n-gga phone say he got the load
f-ck open the shows b-tch i open doors
f-ck open the shows b-tch i open doors
f-ck open the shows b-tch i open doors
plug blowing up a n-gga phone say he got the load

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