Hop Onnat! (feat. JMonmarz)
Pour me a four, uh, uh
Pour me a f-
Pour me a four, I'm feelin' great
Gettin' these racks, you can't relate
Pull out the choppa, I'm killin' the snake
She brought her friend, shawty, she gay
Smokin' that loud just like a stereo
I wrestle the money, Mysterio
I love the money, I'm married though
I got this bitch on my bed and she suck on my dick
And she eat me like Cheerios
Bitch, I'm wit' Trey Kidd, talkin' that shit then we empty the clip
Bitch, I be poppin' these tags, and bitch I be poppin' these scripts, yeah
Bitch, I be talkin' my shit, you makin' me money, we lockin' it in
Wearin' designer, I'm rockin' the best
Poppin' a Perc', can't afford no stress
'Cause I got too much thoughts on my head
Never come last, I'm always ahead
I'm cuttin' them off 'cause they talkin' to feds
I'm with the aliens on Mars
Bitch, I'm too high off the bars
Pushin' the gas in the Tesla, like I don't need to rent a car
Too fast on a high speed chase, I won't even catch a charge
Too fat when I'm rollin' up this blunt, yeah, my blunt is fuckin' large
I got this Cartier friends on my face so all I see is fuckin' stars
Bitch, yeah (yeah), yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (woah)
Yeah, just give me the beat and I'm hoppin' right on that (woah)
Yeah, huh, I'm on the block, it's a problem then we finna solve that
TK and JM, yeah, Mafia 'cause we rockin' all black
Beat that boy up like Baki (go)
And I punch that lil' boy like Rocky
Yeah, yeah, the beat was fire like Takis
Yeah, lil' baby eat me like Hibachi
I don't mean to flex on you, boy I'm so sorry
I gotta get a Plan B like Cardi
Lil' baby try to play me like Atari
In the future, I'm tryna get me a Ferrari
Huh, huh, I did this before
Yeah, yeah, keep makin' hits but I wanna make more
Yeah, crop them out the picture
Just met her, but I still don't miss her
Lil' boy was trash, lil' boy was a litter
If I gotta cuff her then I gotta hit her
If I gotta cuff her then I gotta hit her
If I gotta cuff her then I gotta switch her
If I gotta do it then I gotta do her
Told her how to suck dick like I was a tutor
Huh, huh, walkin' on this beat, yeah, yeah, like I hop on that
Shawty was lickin' on my tip, I told her, "Hop on that"
Send JM the beat and I told him he gotta hop on that
Huh, we gone hop on that
Huh, we gone hop on that
Yeah, we gone hop on that
Yeah, we gone hop on that
Told them we gone hop on that like yeah
Told them we gone, huh
Pour me a f-
Pour me a four, I'm feelin' great
Gettin' these racks, you can't relate
Pull out the choppa, I'm killin' the snake
She brought her friend, shawty, she gay
Smokin' that loud just like a stereo
I wrestle the money, Mysterio
I love the money, I'm married though
I got this bitch on my bed and she suck on my dick
And she eat me like Cheerios
Bitch, I'm wit' Trey Kidd, talkin' that shit then we empty the clip
Bitch, I be poppin' these tags, and bitch I be poppin' these scripts, yeah
Bitch, I be talkin' my shit, you makin' me money, we lockin' it in
Wearin' designer, I'm rockin' the best
Poppin' a Perc', can't afford no stress
'Cause I got too much thoughts on my head
Never come last, I'm always ahead
I'm cuttin' them off 'cause they talkin' to feds
I'm with the aliens on Mars
Bitch, I'm too high off the bars
Pushin' the gas in the Tesla, like I don't need to rent a car
Too fast on a high speed chase, I won't even catch a charge
Too fat when I'm rollin' up this blunt, yeah, my blunt is fuckin' large
I got this Cartier friends on my face so all I see is fuckin' stars
Bitch, yeah (yeah), yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (woah)
Yeah, just give me the beat and I'm hoppin' right on that (woah)
Yeah, huh, I'm on the block, it's a problem then we finna solve that
TK and JM, yeah, Mafia 'cause we rockin' all black
Beat that boy up like Baki (go)
And I punch that lil' boy like Rocky
Yeah, yeah, the beat was fire like Takis
Yeah, lil' baby eat me like Hibachi
I don't mean to flex on you, boy I'm so sorry
I gotta get a Plan B like Cardi
Lil' baby try to play me like Atari
In the future, I'm tryna get me a Ferrari
Huh, huh, I did this before
Yeah, yeah, keep makin' hits but I wanna make more
Yeah, crop them out the picture
Just met her, but I still don't miss her
Lil' boy was trash, lil' boy was a litter
If I gotta cuff her then I gotta hit her
If I gotta cuff her then I gotta hit her
If I gotta cuff her then I gotta switch her
If I gotta do it then I gotta do her
Told her how to suck dick like I was a tutor
Huh, huh, walkin' on this beat, yeah, yeah, like I hop on that
Shawty was lickin' on my tip, I told her, "Hop on that"
Send JM the beat and I told him he gotta hop on that
Huh, we gone hop on that
Huh, we gone hop on that
Yeah, we gone hop on that
Yeah, we gone hop on that
Told them we gone hop on that like yeah
Told them we gone, huh
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Writer(s): Treyvis Evans
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