Lyrics Open Praise by Griselda

Get your a** out here
Get your punk a** out here
Trick, snitch, b*t*h, shut the f**k up
'Fore you get that a** kicked, talkin' all that sh*t (Ayo, ayo)
I can see if you was really makin' a grip
But you punk a** n***as ain't on sh*t
Tell those hoes where you got that fat sh*t at (Brra)
Ayo, ayo, brra
Brra

Ayo, my pearls from Tiffany, she can't do sh*t to me (Can't do sh*t to me)
The Glock 10, lemon squeeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
All I need is a brick and a thousand fiends (And a thousand fiends)
Claire's first, pipe at the Sotheby's (At the Sotheby's)
Flip vs. Phil on Broadway and Miller (Ah)
I'm lookin' like a drug dealer (Lookin' like a drug dealer)
I'm lookin' like Paq at the fight, rockin' silk, n***a (Woo)
I'm nothin' like thesе rap n***as (Nothin' like these rap n***as)
Pac'll gеt sh*tty with the VCR, Juice on bootleg
Headshot, doctor had to st**ch his sh*t together (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
He only left with two dreads (Two dreads)
Race through Central Park and got the coupe back (Skrrt)
Ain't too many n***as where I'm from got brick money
Rest in peace, Prick, you was that n***a, you'd kill for me
(Rest in peace, Prick)
If 'Chine Gun was still livin', you'd be that n***a, you'd kill for me
Ayo, love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up (Way up), way up (Way up), way up (Way up)
(Ayo, love, f**k these n***as)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up (Way up), way up (Way up), way up (Way up)
(I went from a time and date to a Richard, n***a)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up, way up (Way up), I'm way up (Way up)
(Four bedrooms to ten, n***a)
(Every car this year, n***a)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up (Way up), way up (Way up), way up (Way up)
(I'd hate me too)
You gotta get your punk a** out