Open Flames (feat. GriZzUI)

Since the hot boys I had the juice, And shorties lining down the block for it Them hating niggas, Always riding by my territory My tears is dry, So I ain't selling yall a sob story Feel like a god for it Cuz when shawty do the dance, I make it rain And alll my bitches hot, Like an open flame And everybody at the spot, Know my name Don't ever try to play me, You know my game Kevlar underwear and extra bullets She sitting on my third leg, Take a shot and she pull it Member back in third grade, it was notes in my cubby And now my Instagram page, Like a bachelorette bucket Yuh Stuffing in my pockets, Got me walking like a turkey, yup Smoking on that pack, It got me working on my vertical Touching on her surface with precision, Bitch I'm surgical Love all on her cervix, And then f*ck all on her cervical Slime on it, She been smoking out my private stash Fine honey, But she open and she flowing fast For that birkin bag, She chose to flash Perfect score that ass, It's wet but it don't splash From the N O, Now you know how we cook em I got a hot girl calling, Man you know how I'm jugging So many irons in the fire, I got burns on my knuckles I need a heat check bitch, All my foes is in trouble Since the hot boys I had the juice, And shorties lining down the block for it Them hating niggas, Always riding by my territory My tears is dry, So I ain't selling yall a sob story Feel like a god for it Cuz when shawty do the dance, I make it rain And alll my bitches hot, Like an open flame And everybody at the spot, Know my name Don't ever try to play me, You know my game You know the game and how it go Bitch I'm Robby Ray I saw the hot boy signal, For that open flame I Roll up and spit some fire, So they called my name Ion gotta spend a check, All you niggas lame, Ah 4 in a row, Pass it back Cuz we checking for the heat It's a bumpy ride, Better go an buckle up ya seat Hells kitchen over here, You barking at the wrong tree I'm So hot, I be loosen up the creases on my jeans I'm so hot, Robby Ray done became the new steeze Tried to cool me down, So she had to drown me in her water Hold my staff up, Cuz I feel like Moses when I part it And a lil bit of Nicki, Cuz I'm everybody's father Your bitches is my sons, And they f*ck with me the hardest I'm on fire they can't see it, But they know a nigga charting From the bottom to the top, Now the booties all applauding Crème de la crème, You know I got the baddest shawties flossing I'm that fire in her eye, She call me her lil arson You don't feed her soul enough, So she come to Ray starving We are not the same, Cuz Rayben a fucking Martian With the 2% that say, Fresh Prince beating Martin You know the game and how it go Bitch I'm Robby Ray I saw the hot boy signal, For that open flame I Roll up and spit some fire, So they called my name Ion gotta spend a check, All you niggas lame, Ah Since the hot boys I had the juice, And shorties lining down the block for it Them hating niggas, Always riding by my territory My tears is dry, So I ain't selling yall a sob story Feel like a god for it Cuz when shawty do the dance, I make it rain And alll my bitches hot, Like an open flame And everybody at the spot, Know my name Don't ever try to play me, You know my game