Hop Out

Ayy, ayy, ayy, hop out on me
Ayy, hop out on me and this switch ah', turn your brains to macaroni
I'll beat yo' ass and have yo' ass curled up like roly-poly
Man I'm the type to beat yo' ass and then shoot you because I'm OD
Yeah, this the type of smoke that kill yo' ass like it was moldy

Disrespectin' out the hood
Yea Micro Draco got the wood
I stand on business like I should
Do what I want, do what you could
I'm finna take a nigga chain, I'm finna take a nigga brain
Bad bitch was smart, she gave me brain
This type of brain make me insane

Don't give a fuck bout who the fuck you thought you was when you was in high school
Don't give a fuck about all them charges you caught because I got you
Don't give a fuck about my Green you would get punched like you Poole
Don't give a fuck, I pull this chopper out in six and O like bulls

I got an AR in my pants cause I don't walk around with shoulder straps
Car hit my block too many times aye who the fuck is that
Take his car, give me that
Take his cards give me that
Took so many cards, he got me thinkin' that this pity pat

Type of nigga, you get yo ass beat then ask bout what I'm on
I got some store runners, they like my dawgs, I'm throwin' out the bones
I'm 18 and body baggin' niggas, throwin' out the bones
Don't call me no rookie, I hit drills without my fuckin' phone

Aye Chop that shit 101,
Mmmm,Micro Draco gotta drum
Mmmm,My niggas poppin' for fun,
Uhhhh,I see a opp an he run
Uhhhh, auntie need 2 Tt bags,
Cuz an nem be chasing bags

Uhhh I got 50 drum mags
I could never go out sad

I'm still a shit talker bitch,
I just foundd another route
I just find another flow, same way they find out what I'm bout
I find a wave, I find the water, I can't find another drought
This shit go left, I'm goin' right, and I'm gon' swim like I'm a trout

You wanna get found out in a lake, for letting me find out you was fake
I hate these poor-ass niggas always tryna pinch my pape
Bruh, let me in like we're the gate, don't let me in, that's a mistake
Can't let you in, you fuck with Jake's, can't let you in, I see your face

Ayy, hop out on me and this switch ah', turn your brains to macaroni
I'll beat yo' ass and have yo' ass curled up like roly-poly
Man I'm the type to beat yo' ass and then shoot you because I'm OD
Yeah, this the type of smoke that kill yo' ass like it was moldy

Ayy, hop out on me and this switch ah', turn your brains to macaroni
I'll beat yo' ass and have yo' ass curled up like roly-poly
Man I'm the type to beat yo' ass and then shoot you because I'm OD
Yeah, this the type of smoke that kill yo' ass like it was moldy



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Writer(s): Antony Jeffries
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