Vince Exito - Out In the Open lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Romero] I'm kickin' in the door 6'4 with a mean demeanor f** a ski mask cause this s**a boutta meet his k**a Vincent by the exit in case he bouncin gonna leave him leakin Ain't got time for words unless its money. why the f** you speaking? Rollin thru the city without them tints tho I said I'm out in the open its f** them pigs too It seems they always on yo a** against your next move Wondering when you gonna f** up look how this chest move I f**ed ya b**h too and make her sang like its acapella I ain't her man i ain't mad when I'm not wit her Posted with my rebels you a lame thats why we clown you Apex if you getting confused get a clue I'm coming in the game out of place got some loose screws Quick to get to drilling popping off like a corkscrew So sick of y'all sensitive I'm in a bad mood Hearing all this b**hing got me thinking you a b**h too Im out the open won't hesitate to leave ya body broken Hesitation a form of waiting n I'm sick of being patient let me Give you confirmation f** a lack of communication Cause I'm hear to make it clear that there that my stature accumulating And my crew is never vacant originals all got their own spots Never have replacements give a f** bout what you thought Take a moment to think about it now cause if you ain't real with your own then who the f** do you got? [Verse 2: Vince Exito] 6 feet bussin through your label door With a cannon in my hands and the frame is 6'4 The clicks roll We got your record company surrounded because your sh**s slow The verses packin heat like Winslow When it comes to this rap sh**, its playing tetris Stacking cheese and avoid n***as staying hectic I'm staying reckless smoking dutches with a mean grip Then pa**ing it to the left to a royal queen thick As I write cryptic codes over heads like asbestos I switch hands and hit the blunt ambidextrous Someone calling my phone but f** it they'll leave a message Because we in mid conversation talking pre finessing Predestined Apex we bringing means storms And headed for the top even if the f**in seat warm You hatin n***as and b**hes you better get it straight I don't give a f** about your opinion if they aren't dinner plates The headquarters got the Louie Flags on the rooftops Supreme headbands and Kith tube socks Get it right Or beat it homie and get a life I'm zooted with a shorty cutting up on a September night Just ask my n***a Dave We speeding in a 300Z to the hills to the view and gaze I'm in awe I need the girls to drop the draws I need the f**ing applause Baby I need it all Giving these rappers jaws Giving these rappers light They copy everything I do even when I write Even when I just light A dutch up during the night I'm coasting over your heads And you gone in the wind like kites n***a Exito