Gmo Izzy - Openminded Bars, Pt. 2

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

Written by:
Gmo Izzy

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