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Shop Open
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Shop Open was released on October 3, 2025 by The Lyon House as a part of the album Shop Open - Single
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Release DateOctober 3, 2025
LabelThe Lyon House
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ern J
Ern J
Performer
Tropdavinci
Tropdavinci
Performer
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tropdavinci
Tropdavinci
Producer, Engineer
Carlton DjCeejay Burton
Carlton DjCeejay Burton
Engineer
Max "Rizzo" Wonnenberg
Max "Rizzo" Wonnenberg
Producer

Lyrics

Big boy shit!
Why the fuck you callin' like you don't know that the trap open
Why the fuck you ran up in, you know damn where the scrap loaded
Know I got convicted, so I gotta let it stop holdin'
All these **** play rich on the gram and they ain't got motion
Rolls Royce, made that, dope boy in the drop loaded
Soul teeth, gold chain, plus you know this not swollen
Straight work, gay rock, I just call it Hulk Hogan
There's I, fuck that, know my workers still post it
Need another trap, I got too many licks
This a damn indictment, it's too many sticks
Ayy, this my lil' two shoe, this a mini blip
Ayy, had to show the stupid bitch I'm really rich
Ayy, drippin' Fendi, yeah, yeah Rich in Millie, uh, yeah
Cost a milli', uh, yeah
**** really, uh, yeah
I can be the good guy
I'm a super villain, uh, yeah
Why the fuck you callin' like you don't know that the trap open
Why the fuck you ran up in, you know damn where the scrap loaded
Know I got convicted, so I gotta let it stop holdin'
All these **** play rich on the gram and they ain't got motion
Rolls Royce, made that, dope boy in the drop loaded
Soul teeth, gold chain, plus you know this not swollen
Straight work, gay rock, I just call it Hulk Hogan
There's I, fuck that, know my workers still post it
Ayy, goin' dumb
Ayy, don't don't touch this tongue, now his shit goin' numb
All you see is needles, shit like Vietnam
Ayy, all these **** down, why you ain't got a gun?
Ayy, this shit crazy I've been seeing trash since the fuckin' baby
I was born in 90 but then like the 80s
I jumped in the streets and then I let it raise me
LSS 400, big motor, push star, on guard
All eyes, stick totals, who hatin'?
No patience, line house, who hatin'?
OV, go deep 100 rounds, 4 seats
Care city to Carolina, I'ma carry mine
Chickens on the G5, dope boy airlines
Cuban links to Columbia, I got the better numbers
Been a pussy eater, but never have I been a lover
Fuck em
Why the fuck you callin' like you don't know that the trap open
Why the fuck you ran up in, you know damn where the scrap loaded
Know I got convicted, so I gotta let it stop holdin'
All these **** play rich on the gram and they ain't got motion
Rolls Royce, made that, dope boy in the drop loaded
Soul teeth, gold chain, plus you know this not swollen
Straight work, gay rock, I just call it Hulk Hogan
There's I, fuck that, know my workers still post it
Written by: Ern J, Rick Ross
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