Hunxho – Open Arms Lyrics

Open Arms

Hunxho

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"Open Arms." - Hunxho

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:40 am

Album: For Us

Track No: 11

Huh
Fly with this shit all to God, hold this shit all tomorrow
(What they talkin' 'bout, Traiqo?)
(It's EZ Money)
Just tryna get that
They'll tell you spend the money, but won't tell you to invest
No one ask you is you good? But they'll tell you they need help
Lately, I been out the mix 'cause I been workin' on myself, yeah
Stackin' up my paper, tryna ball like NFL, let's do it
If I'm ever wrong, then, baby, make sure that you tell me
Out here on my own, God, ain't no one to help me
I'll hold this shit all tomorrow, remember when you held me
I welcomed them with open arms, ain't like me to be selfish
Like Michael, I'm that shade and bitches love me like I'm Elvis
Been inside my palm, this bitch ain't never on my pelvis
I got kids, so I go hard, they can't kill me, I got rod
My blood drippin' in my heart, oh no
And I been cryin' out loud, do you see me?
Dear God, can you hear me?
I'm a thug, but you the genie, oh, she my lil' care
I got blood inside these trenches, no, my heart forever there
I made a vow to have my children, oh, ma, we gon' be there
I pull up swervin', bend the curb, what the word is?
And I been splurgin' in every mall, do this all year
And I been workin', workin' somethin' like a bald head
This ho ain't worth it, she been goin', heard they all lip
They'll tell you spend the money, but won't tell you to invest
No one ask you is you good? But they'll tell you they need help
Lately, I been out the mix 'cause I been workin' on myself, yeah
Stackin' up my paper, tryna ball like NFL, let's do it
If I'm ever wrong, then, baby, make sure that you tell me
Out here on my own, God, ain't no one to help me
I'll hold this shit all tomorrow, remember when you held me
I welcomed them with open arms, ain't like me to be selfish
Selfish, dog
Ain't have to ask for help, you see me fall, just help me, dog
I seen my man them doin' they thing, I said go 'head and ball
I put real inside my veins like they do fentanyl
Pitbulls inside this camp, I'm like, "Sic 'em, dog"
Shit, he got lick on dogs
I slide through and kill 'em all
I'm prayin' I don't kill my dog
Fuck him if he on that side
He out my state, I make that drive
Hunxho'll never tell
Why? 'Cause I got too much pride, oh, oh, oh
We'll never need 'em, that's before they need us
I ride for bags, but I ain't never re'd up
It's Sex, Money, tell these **** Peter
They'll tell you spend the money, but won't tell you to invest
No one ask you is you good? But they'll tell you they need help
Lately, I been out the mix 'cause I been workin' on myself, yeah
Stackin' up my paper, tryna ball like NFL, let's do it
If I'm ever wrong, then, baby, make sure that you tell me
Out here on my own, God, ain't no one to help me
I'll hold this shit all tomorrow, remember when you held me
I welcomed them with open arms, ain't like me to be selfish
(What they talkin' 'bout, Traiqo?)

Writer(s): Dmitry Vakarash, Ibrahim Dodo, Luis Miguel Prato Mestre & Vershumn Smothers III.

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