Open Flames (feat. GriZzUI) Video (MV)

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 f*cking 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