Hop Out

We hop out a sprinter, we hop out a van
That bitch on my body, but she got a man
That stick in my pocket, and I'm finna pop it
If you try to run up, won't do it again
We hop out a sprinter, we hop out a van
That bitch on my body, but she got a man
That stick in my pocket, and I'm finna pop it
If you try to run up, won't do it again

He talk hot, then we slide with the chrome
I pass the blick to my shooter
Bottega, not rockin' Vlone
Yeah I be the flyest whenever I pull up
I got them racks, but the money won't change me
GLE big body, skirt off Mercedes
Movin' them kilos, we trap out the basement
Said we don't eat up, you must be mistaken

We hop out a sprinter, we hop out a van
That bitch on my body, but she got a man
That stick in my pocket, and I'm finna pop it
If you try to run up, won't do it again
We hop out a sprinter, we hop out a van
That bitch on my body, but she got a man
That stick in my pocket, and I'm finna pop it
If you try to run up, won't do it again



Credits
Writer(s): Gene Clemetson
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