Hop Out
Hop out that-
Hop out that-
Hop out that
(THENILE, light 'em up)
Hop out that bitch
Hop out that bitch
Hop out that bitch
Hop out that bitch (Woah), oh, no
Hop out that bitch (Woah), yeah
Hop out that bitch, hey (Woah, ha-ha)
Hop out that bitch
Huh, hop out that bitch and I shoot it
Puffin' this shit and I'm gettin' too zooted
Phew-phew-phew-phew, I'm gettin' too zooted, oh
I hop out and shoot it
Walk in with the bag and we robbin' the bank]
We robbin' that shit
We takin' them racks and you can never catch me lackin'
My brother take a life for a Benjamin
I'm fuckin' her good, I'm a gentleman
I'm him, you can't handle him
Hop out that bitch while I'm grippin' the gun (Oh)
I'm unloadin' this shit, youngin's be on a run
They like, "Diizii, you gon' hop out or pop out?"
I say, "bitch, I'm grindin', I'm grindin', I'm tryna get to the top now"
But what you gon' do when I pull up?
Now I'm just grippin' the toolie
That boy with 12 (Mm-mm)
You know I'ma give him hell (Mm-mm, ooh)
I'm sippin' the drank with my youngin's
You off of the Reggie with youngin's
I'm off the exotic with youngin's
My bitch be exotic, lil' youngin'
Woah, hop out the coupe
Hop out with the crew
You wish you could do this shit like me
Yo' youngin' wish he could, too (THENILE, light 'em up)
You talkin' that shit, it don't make sense (Oh)
You ain't make bands, you only make cents (Oh)
I was fuckin' that bitch by day ten (Oh)
Takin' my time, I keep her waitin' (Oh)
Diizii too crazy, yeah, he from the wild
Droppin' them blue faces, makin' a pile
When we pull up, you gon' pop out?
Then they take your ass to trial
Keep puffin' that shit, yeah, it got us litty
They die from the Fenty all in my city
Bitch all on my dick, she gon' hop (Out)
Reload the stick, you get popped
Droppin' that boy, he an opp
I'm tryna get to the top
That youngin' a rat, he with cops
Lil' bitch, just suck on my cock
She fuckin' with me, yeah, we locked in
Yeah, we locked in, she give me top, bitch
You keep runnin' back to your man
We both know it never goes as planned
Lil' bitch, you in the wrong hands (Oh)
I'm sayin' this shit 'cause I can
I'm movin' on 'cause you can't
Bitch, let go of my hand, Diizii!
Hop out that bitch (Woah), oh, no
Hop out that bitch (Woah), yeah
Hop out that bitch, hey (Woah, ha-ha)
Hop out that bitch
Hop out that bitch and I shoot it
Baby, I can't fuck right now, I'm too zooted (Ooh-ooh), oh
Hop out that-
Hop out that
(THENILE, light 'em up)
Hop out that bitch
Hop out that bitch
Hop out that bitch
Hop out that bitch (Woah), oh, no
Hop out that bitch (Woah), yeah
Hop out that bitch, hey (Woah, ha-ha)
Hop out that bitch
Huh, hop out that bitch and I shoot it
Puffin' this shit and I'm gettin' too zooted
Phew-phew-phew-phew, I'm gettin' too zooted, oh
I hop out and shoot it
Walk in with the bag and we robbin' the bank]
We robbin' that shit
We takin' them racks and you can never catch me lackin'
My brother take a life for a Benjamin
I'm fuckin' her good, I'm a gentleman
I'm him, you can't handle him
Hop out that bitch while I'm grippin' the gun (Oh)
I'm unloadin' this shit, youngin's be on a run
They like, "Diizii, you gon' hop out or pop out?"
I say, "bitch, I'm grindin', I'm grindin', I'm tryna get to the top now"
But what you gon' do when I pull up?
Now I'm just grippin' the toolie
That boy with 12 (Mm-mm)
You know I'ma give him hell (Mm-mm, ooh)
I'm sippin' the drank with my youngin's
You off of the Reggie with youngin's
I'm off the exotic with youngin's
My bitch be exotic, lil' youngin'
Woah, hop out the coupe
Hop out with the crew
You wish you could do this shit like me
Yo' youngin' wish he could, too (THENILE, light 'em up)
You talkin' that shit, it don't make sense (Oh)
You ain't make bands, you only make cents (Oh)
I was fuckin' that bitch by day ten (Oh)
Takin' my time, I keep her waitin' (Oh)
Diizii too crazy, yeah, he from the wild
Droppin' them blue faces, makin' a pile
When we pull up, you gon' pop out?
Then they take your ass to trial
Keep puffin' that shit, yeah, it got us litty
They die from the Fenty all in my city
Bitch all on my dick, she gon' hop (Out)
Reload the stick, you get popped
Droppin' that boy, he an opp
I'm tryna get to the top
That youngin' a rat, he with cops
Lil' bitch, just suck on my cock
She fuckin' with me, yeah, we locked in
Yeah, we locked in, she give me top, bitch
You keep runnin' back to your man
We both know it never goes as planned
Lil' bitch, you in the wrong hands (Oh)
I'm sayin' this shit 'cause I can
I'm movin' on 'cause you can't
Bitch, let go of my hand, Diizii!
Hop out that bitch (Woah), oh, no
Hop out that bitch (Woah), yeah
Hop out that bitch, hey (Woah, ha-ha)
Hop out that bitch
Hop out that bitch and I shoot it
Baby, I can't fuck right now, I'm too zooted (Ooh-ooh), oh
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Writer(s): Michael Pastrana
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