CoreyMusic - Open Wide Lyrics

I keep my third eye open wide
I can see all of that snake shit that they tryna do
Really think they playin' me like I'm a fool
All that talk behind my back gon' get him left without a face
How the hell he dont wanna cook
But up here tryna get a plate
What's a mile inside my shoes when you can't even fit em
Why he keep makin' songs bout' bitches cause I really get em
Even though his momma raised a prophet still got gangsta in him
So paranoid I ain't gon' serve if it's a stranger with em
All I spit is venom
Spider on my linen
Guapi on my denim
Let me stop cause they get mad I got more money than em
They call you broke but you get rich, they wanna take it from you
He think I'm ridin' round without out my Glock, he must be laced or somethin'
I turn a dreadhead to a mop just like I wasted somethin'
This thick lil vibe tryna get in with me cause that paper comin'
Got off them shrooms I don't even wanna f*ck cause now her face look funny
I'm in the booth with a big blunt of gas and big ass guns
I'm on my hood shit they judging I'm just havin' fun
They Talkin bout smoke I got some shit that's gon' f*ck up they lungs
They wanna know what area I'm from, I tell em 51
Slide in my UFO
Off of that purple galaxy, I'm bout to pull up on your hoe
Bet she gon' make it clap for me, it sound just like I did a show
Bro ain't really that mad at me for real, man, he just f*ckin' broke
Shit be really funny
Rather sit around hatin' on my life instead of get some money
Facebook posts and Twitter links, the only thing they thumbin'
Sticky weed all on my fingertips, nah ain't no way I'm fumblin'
They gon' talk behind my back but in my face they mumblin'
I be quick to pop my shit that's cause I'm really like that
This bitch think I'm really nice, but I'm a dog, I'll really bite that
I put the gun down, start throwin' hands, bet they can't recite that
Bitch nigga start reachin' down his pants, he like where my pipe at
Ayy, ayy, I keep my third eye open wide
I be high off psychedelics while I'm thuggin' with the guys
Keep the peace, but keep a piece, I found balance with the fye
He gon' f*ck round lose his life he slip up call his self slidin
Best believe it, I'm a prophet
How I'm slidin' on this beat you just might think a nigga lost it
From my wicks down to my feet, yeah I be drippin' like a faucet
F*ck round drown tryna ride this wave like he ain't been swimmin' often
F*ck round drown tryna ride this wave while I be flippin' like a dolphin
Too busy figurin' out how to get paid, I ain't really into talkin
Most youll probably ever hear me talk, it's when I'm on these beats walkin
I keep my third eye open wide
My vision like a x-ray, cause I can see through all the lies
She got powder on her face, her BD tatted on her thighs
He ain't crash out in that case, he sittin' just for f*ckin' ridin
Man, they all be f*ckin' plottin'
Gotta make em give you respect
Ain't need no gang, ain't need no set, ain't need no tats up on my neck
Keep that stank on me this weed gon' sell itself, I just collect
I can't change, yeah, I keep it a buck even after I got a check