Hop Out
Hop I be swervin' crossover like Erving
Dont see me no mobster don't run with no rookies
He calling say my bro took it we might have to see 'em
Tupac I be above the rim
We slidin' just floatin' no braggin' or boastin'
I go through the motions real one till I die
No cappin' dawg why would I lie
The stuff they doing for attention is gettin' ridiculous
Thirteen like Harden I'm swishin'
Two three girlfriends and six mistresses
Look like Liu Kang how I'm kickin'
Play with the numbers the arithmetic
You ain't really bout your Benjamins nigga
Eat your skittles and the m and m's
Niggas thrown' up subliminal
Talkin' crazy they remember him
Yeah you notice they remember him
Hold up yeah
Then we finish him
On that gas and you know I'm fuckin' rollin'
Yeah you know I'm on that shit
Yeah I'm pistol fuckin' toatin'
Why you hatin' on a nigga
Cause I'm in your money
I wrapped him on the dice now he lookin' kinda funny
We go outside, my nigga done upped
Toatin' pistols yeah you know we goin' crazy bruh
(To the roof)
To the roof finna get shot up
Shoulda killed him though I don't know why he missed that truck
Pussy bitch, don't snitch, you get hit
With the nine, the whole clip
I let it go, Im at your throat
You don't want no smoke
I'm with the bros we smokin' dope
In the cut, we masked up
We all in this bitch holdin' big straps
Woke up with the k, I'm rollin' today
Might start a riot, fuck the system
If he tough we'll blitz him
Think long, think wrong
End up with one in your dome
If he extra tough, he a ET
And we sendin' all of them home
Hop I be swervin' crossover like Erving
Dont see me no mobster don't run with no rookies
He calling say my bro took it we might have to see 'em
Tupac I be above the rim
We slidin' just floatin' no braggin' or boastin'
I go through the motions real one till I die
No cappin' dawg why would I lie
The stuff they doing for attention is gettin' ridiculous
Thirteen like Harden I'm swishin'
Two three girlfriends and six mistresses
Look like Liu Kang how I'm kickin'
Play with the numbers the arithmetic
You ain't really bout your Benjamins nigga
Eat your skittles and the m and m's
Niggas thrown' up subliminal
Talkin' crazy they remember him
Yeah you notice they remember him
Hold up yeah
Then we finish him
They talk like they ballin' it's fake
It Ain no way that they straight
Blow a big cloud no vape
Big bag this ain't a eighth
Let me gone ride to the bank
Guess it's just that time of day
This shit stay all in my face
It be hard to look away
Need a sprinter van for this wait
Need a tour bus how we movin'
Gotta know we gone go stupid
I don't really need to do it
But I'm prolly still gone do em
Even though shit stupid
Thought I told em that I'm ruthless
Thought they told em bout the kid
Pull up with a stick
Been had it back then
Been had that shit
They still tryna get that
That I had back then
Damn that shit kinda crazy
Damn this shit kinda wavy
Pull up with your lady
Pull up with your baby
We might pull through in a lincoln
With a rankin bitch her body crazy
And she finna take all kinda thangs
So we finna fuck 'fore her mind change
Or her eyes close I don't spike drinks
I don't fight with hoes catch a flight bae
Imma let her out at the light ain't I
Hop out I swerve like I'm ice skatin'
Hop I be swervin' crossover like Erving
Dont see me no mobster don't run with no rookies
He calling say my bro took it we might have to see 'em
Tupac I be above the rim
We slidin' just floatin' no braggin' or boastin'
I go through the motions real one till I die
No cappin' dawg why would I lie
The stuff they doing for attention is gettin' ridiculous
Thirteen like Harden I'm swishin'
Two three girlfriends and six mistresses
Look like Liu Kang how I'm kickin'
Play with the numbers the arithmetic
You ain't really bout your Benjamins nigga
Eat your skittles and the m and m's
Niggas thrown' up subliminal
Talkin' crazy they remember him
Yeah you notice they remember him
Hold up yeah
Then we finish him
Paul George my shooters on payroll
My niggas shoot when I say so
Whole gang chasin' pesos
Remember when we used to kick doors
Came from juugin' off mid zone
Now the plug so presidential
Pull up foreign ain't no rental
You know Cliff thats my nigga
Geekin' off the bean with him
Green beams on AR pistols
Ride or die until they kill me
Veteran no Zion Williams
I ain't fuckin' with no rookies
Wood stuffed with the cookie
Say he fronted but I took it
I ain't hidin' if he lookin'
Drop the addy then I'm pushin'
Pop a perc, I feel nauseous
Draped in the finer cloth
Lil Gator biting like Lacoste
Gucci gators out the marsh
I been drippin' from the start
Trap music from the heart
Do anything for my lil boy
Never go against the gang
Get the benji's for my mama
Flood the gas to my brother
It's gone be a cold summer
Got your bitch eatin' lumber
She expose me for attention
I ain't loving on these bitches
Man my wrist really wicked
VVS's got me litty
Hop I be swervin' crossover like Erving
Dont see me no mobster don't run with no rookies
He calling say my bro took it we might have to see 'em
Tupac I be above the rim
We slidin' just floatin' no braggin' or boastin'
I go through the motions real one till I die
No cappin' dawg why would I lie
The stuff they doing for attention is gettin' ridiculous
Thirteen like Harden I'm swishin'
Two three girlfriends and six mistresses
Look like Liu Kang how I'm kickin'
Play with the numbers the arithmetic
You ain't really bout your Benjamins nigga
Eat your skittles and the m and m's
Niggas thrown' up subliminal
Talkin' crazy they remember him
Yeah you notice they remember him
Hold up yeah
Then we finish him
Dont see me no mobster don't run with no rookies
He calling say my bro took it we might have to see 'em
Tupac I be above the rim
We slidin' just floatin' no braggin' or boastin'
I go through the motions real one till I die
No cappin' dawg why would I lie
The stuff they doing for attention is gettin' ridiculous
Thirteen like Harden I'm swishin'
Two three girlfriends and six mistresses
Look like Liu Kang how I'm kickin'
Play with the numbers the arithmetic
You ain't really bout your Benjamins nigga
Eat your skittles and the m and m's
Niggas thrown' up subliminal
Talkin' crazy they remember him
Yeah you notice they remember him
Hold up yeah
Then we finish him
On that gas and you know I'm fuckin' rollin'
Yeah you know I'm on that shit
Yeah I'm pistol fuckin' toatin'
Why you hatin' on a nigga
Cause I'm in your money
I wrapped him on the dice now he lookin' kinda funny
We go outside, my nigga done upped
Toatin' pistols yeah you know we goin' crazy bruh
(To the roof)
To the roof finna get shot up
Shoulda killed him though I don't know why he missed that truck
Pussy bitch, don't snitch, you get hit
With the nine, the whole clip
I let it go, Im at your throat
You don't want no smoke
I'm with the bros we smokin' dope
In the cut, we masked up
We all in this bitch holdin' big straps
Woke up with the k, I'm rollin' today
Might start a riot, fuck the system
If he tough we'll blitz him
Think long, think wrong
End up with one in your dome
If he extra tough, he a ET
And we sendin' all of them home
Hop I be swervin' crossover like Erving
Dont see me no mobster don't run with no rookies
He calling say my bro took it we might have to see 'em
Tupac I be above the rim
We slidin' just floatin' no braggin' or boastin'
I go through the motions real one till I die
No cappin' dawg why would I lie
The stuff they doing for attention is gettin' ridiculous
Thirteen like Harden I'm swishin'
Two three girlfriends and six mistresses
Look like Liu Kang how I'm kickin'
Play with the numbers the arithmetic
You ain't really bout your Benjamins nigga
Eat your skittles and the m and m's
Niggas thrown' up subliminal
Talkin' crazy they remember him
Yeah you notice they remember him
Hold up yeah
Then we finish him
They talk like they ballin' it's fake
It Ain no way that they straight
Blow a big cloud no vape
Big bag this ain't a eighth
Let me gone ride to the bank
Guess it's just that time of day
This shit stay all in my face
It be hard to look away
Need a sprinter van for this wait
Need a tour bus how we movin'
Gotta know we gone go stupid
I don't really need to do it
But I'm prolly still gone do em
Even though shit stupid
Thought I told em that I'm ruthless
Thought they told em bout the kid
Pull up with a stick
Been had it back then
Been had that shit
They still tryna get that
That I had back then
Damn that shit kinda crazy
Damn this shit kinda wavy
Pull up with your lady
Pull up with your baby
We might pull through in a lincoln
With a rankin bitch her body crazy
And she finna take all kinda thangs
So we finna fuck 'fore her mind change
Or her eyes close I don't spike drinks
I don't fight with hoes catch a flight bae
Imma let her out at the light ain't I
Hop out I swerve like I'm ice skatin'
Hop I be swervin' crossover like Erving
Dont see me no mobster don't run with no rookies
He calling say my bro took it we might have to see 'em
Tupac I be above the rim
We slidin' just floatin' no braggin' or boastin'
I go through the motions real one till I die
No cappin' dawg why would I lie
The stuff they doing for attention is gettin' ridiculous
Thirteen like Harden I'm swishin'
Two three girlfriends and six mistresses
Look like Liu Kang how I'm kickin'
Play with the numbers the arithmetic
You ain't really bout your Benjamins nigga
Eat your skittles and the m and m's
Niggas thrown' up subliminal
Talkin' crazy they remember him
Yeah you notice they remember him
Hold up yeah
Then we finish him
Paul George my shooters on payroll
My niggas shoot when I say so
Whole gang chasin' pesos
Remember when we used to kick doors
Came from juugin' off mid zone
Now the plug so presidential
Pull up foreign ain't no rental
You know Cliff thats my nigga
Geekin' off the bean with him
Green beams on AR pistols
Ride or die until they kill me
Veteran no Zion Williams
I ain't fuckin' with no rookies
Wood stuffed with the cookie
Say he fronted but I took it
I ain't hidin' if he lookin'
Drop the addy then I'm pushin'
Pop a perc, I feel nauseous
Draped in the finer cloth
Lil Gator biting like Lacoste
Gucci gators out the marsh
I been drippin' from the start
Trap music from the heart
Do anything for my lil boy
Never go against the gang
Get the benji's for my mama
Flood the gas to my brother
It's gone be a cold summer
Got your bitch eatin' lumber
She expose me for attention
I ain't loving on these bitches
Man my wrist really wicked
VVS's got me litty
Hop I be swervin' crossover like Erving
Dont see me no mobster don't run with no rookies
He calling say my bro took it we might have to see 'em
Tupac I be above the rim
We slidin' just floatin' no braggin' or boastin'
I go through the motions real one till I die
No cappin' dawg why would I lie
The stuff they doing for attention is gettin' ridiculous
Thirteen like Harden I'm swishin'
Two three girlfriends and six mistresses
Look like Liu Kang how I'm kickin'
Play with the numbers the arithmetic
You ain't really bout your Benjamins nigga
Eat your skittles and the m and m's
Niggas thrown' up subliminal
Talkin' crazy they remember him
Yeah you notice they remember him
Hold up yeah
Then we finish him
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Straughter
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