CW2 - Open Hand Slap (feat. Stravis, K.D. & August) Lyrics

You think it's fake
Open hand slap, huh
You think it's fake

They call me young whippersnapper, I'm an ass-cheek clapper
I ride like a damn velociraptor, on a f*ckin' tractor
You better get your uhh, shit in line and call your chiropractor
I'm a very violent method actor and the main attractor
Got an izzy dizzy stacker, doesn't nothing really matter
Looking like a ugly, dirty, dummy, lazy, stupid slacker
Don't be thinking that I'm finished, cause I was the first attacker
I run the second level like a damn linebacker, Cracker

Long way down, flip shit around and now I'm homeward bound
Wrong way round, when you hit the ground
I done lost my shit, but I'm way up now

Boy, howdy, I ride with them Saudis
Lady at home and her demeanor is pouty
Liquor is lovey, my judgment is cloudy
Guns are fun, I go boom with that loudy

Open hand slap, huh
You think it's fake

Tell em what it isn't
Young white man, like a pope with a vision
Right on brand, I'm dope with the rizzin'
I'm a CEO of that money division

Yeah, uhhh

That's based
What a waist
Pretty face
Copy paste

Blowing out the speakers every single weekend
Tweaking, needing needles in my motherf*cking kneecaps, yeah
I ain't never leaving till your disbelievin' seizing
Each and every reason to keep me on your playback, yeah
Sugar coated, I'm goated, golden coated
Coded to be the coldest on the beat and over oceans or the seven seas, yeah
You could try to breathe any sigh of relief
Try to get rid of me but I'm keeping receipts

Hold up
Wait a minute, please
Checking my bag, I got the receipts
Ignorant you is just the fee
Your wisdom is lost in Socrates
Wait a minute, why don't you just take a minute
I'mma need to get up in it, pitchin' my tent
I'm setting up camp inside of your brain
Know my name when I hit you with the
Open hand slap, huh

What's an apple to a whole orchard
When I'm angry, like a hard cider
Can't even phase me, when I'm chopping up the beat like I'm Gacy
Leaving cases, going crazy, can't case me
Better not try it
Making motherf*ckers sleep better than the Hyatt
Turn the volume down, but I'm still getting loud
Cause I can't seem to keep it quiet
I said, don't turn it down, cause I'm still getting loud
And I'm never gonna keep it quiet

I'm one for one, I won't miss my shot
Love's the game, but can't love no thot
I'm going in and lil' bitch, I just started
I smoke on my gas until I feel retarded
I copied your shit, and then I did it harder
If I die right now, then I'm gon' be a martyr
I've been sparking so much, I feel high when I'm sober
All these little bitches, they turn my colder
Ay, switch it up, switch
Put some drank in my cup
Locked up, loaded, notice
That all my boys gonna show this
We finna show out, go wild, oh wow
Do you think that they know now that we gon' blow out

Blowing out the speakers every single weekend
Tweaking, needing needles in my motherf*cking kneecaps, yeah
I ain't never leaving till your disbelievin' seizing
Each and every reason to keep me on your playback, yeah
Sugar coated, I'm goated, golden coated
Coded to be the coldest on the beat and over oceans or the seven seas, yeah
You could try to breathe any sigh of relief
Try to get rid of me but I'm keeping receipts

Ten bands, twenty bands, fifty bands, hundred bands
I do way more than you ever f*cking can
Weed in hand, beer in cans, people in the grandstands
Turn it up, flip it over, now we doing handstands
Juice Wrld or Will Smith, I am a bad man
Me and 1 to 1, we gon' hand to hand, yeah
You can get Chris Rock or you can stand back
We gon' let this bitch off, turn off like Mad Max