Openminded Bars Pt. 2

By GMO Izzy

Released on February 5, 2018

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I left da key in ignition

Runnin dis shit from a distance

I’m tryna ball like da pistons

Broski up pole leave you limpin

I cannot follow no orders while I’m completing dis mission

I gotta finish

Dey say I lost it like Denise the menace

You lackin like my attendance so da gang left yo ass drippin

No homo but I’m just spittin

It’s no Tobacco up in it

Yea I’m still sippin lean

Sprite n da promethazine

It put me right in my dreams

Pullin dese bitches like schemes

I do it in reality

Pussy boy don’t smile at me

If you disobey me

We gone burn you like da calories

I know dese niggas pussy

Inside of dem is so gushie

Hair trigger lookin so bushy

Turnin u stars into rookies

We did not fuck in da trap

Due to da mouth n da yap

Can’t fuck a bitch from the front

They get to scratchin my back

I took da trash to da dump

Ain’t even cost me a stack

Startin to miss my old days

When I had personal macs

Turn you to puddin like proof

It’s either streets or da booth

Could of been riskin my life

Instead I’m losin my tooth

Up in another dimension

Doin da hits in da coupe

Blowin dat bitch for attention

Hit ya Krib fa da shoes

Bullet flew right by my head

Now I ain’t got shit else to lose

I cannot fuck wit da Feds they should of murdered dis dude

Now I won’t stop till I’m dead

Wise thing to do was just shoot

I’m only in it fa bread

Checkin ya pockets fa loot

You actin stubborn instead

Stompin you out wit da boots

Look at da shit dat you started

Smokin ya tree from da roots

Smoke everyday like I’m Marley

In my krib you can see hardly

Want a bad bitch like a Barbie

N Puerto Rican like Cardi

I play dese hoes like Atari

Den fuck em on a Safari

Imagine if I ain’t rap

I grab da price off ya head

Cuz I located a stack

But if you fuckin wit da Feds

No other choice but dis Mac

We gotta empty da strap

Dey put da price on yo head but they don’t mention plus tax

I let you make yo own bed

How you gone get outta dat

While you be breakin ha heart I’m da one breakin ha back

I set dis whole dis whole track on fire

To put my team on da map

Fuck dat shit Ima continue

I put dis beat onna menu

Da magazine full of bars

Da type of shit Ima lend you

Can’t put a trust in a bitch

Cuz Im jus tryna get rich

Dese bitches not lovin y’all

Dey only lovin da dick

My bitch jus like Tony Hawk

Da way she doin da tricks

I got da world in my hands dats why I’m makin a fist

I got heat in my baggage

To burn all da maggots

I murdered dis beat

Does dat make me a savage

I’m just tryna ball like mj or magic

You shakin like lightning

I’m givin u static

I know da fans love me

I turned to a habit

I bodied you niggas

I feel like B - Rabbit

Dey say ima stain

Like what’s on yo fabric

I step onna scene

Im already a tragic

Yea my ex want me back

I ain’t fa nun of dat

Use to think I was cheatin

But all I did was rap

Writin shit onna pad

Spittin nun but facts

Freshman skippin da school

Spendin nights at da trap

Like I had enough knowledge

Didn’t have enough stack

We had steamers fa days

2010 Pontiac

Thotties did dino in da vino

While we gettin fettichino

I passed dat lil bitch to cino

N he passed dat bitch to tino

If you sneak dis onna gang

Den da chopper turn to neyo

You don’t wanna feel dem flames

Cuz it’s hot like jalapeño

All I hang around is killas

I’m on tv pass da remote

I can’t say shit to da Feds

Rather get caught wit a kilo

I’m jus tryna get rich and famous

I should put my shit on vevo

Only stitch fa da snitch and I’m not talkin bout lilo