Hopped Out Free$tyle
Royce Ross
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I hop outta the foreign Yo bitch she exploring These Niggas be snitching I can't trust nobody Gold on my body I ball like I'm Scottie I try to be humble but Really I'm cocky Beat it like Ali I'm hot like wasabi Hot boy like Bobby Free my cousin Roddy We really miss him His birthday just passed Need a label to sign me So I can get poppin Money keep coming These bands I be thumbing If you want the smoke You will not catch me running Shooter beside me He won't say a word If you talk outta pocket Like Andre he drumming Kid from the suburbs I know that I'm unheard But I'm on my way man Just wait till I get found you rocking with me Then I do this for you You go against me Suck dick when I get found Certified hustler That's word to my mother You know ima get it That's by any means Run up the numbers And split with my brothers 15 for a feature if you not the team Gucci the shirt Christian Dior the jeans Brody got knocked He was serving them feinds Big body Benz soon As I get a check Got the white on outside And Interior cream Said I'm gon make it but they ain't believe Now I'm that Nigga they see in they dreams Pull up on shawty From back in the day After I hit she don't want me to leave After I hit gotta go gotta breeze Back to the mission That's chasing the cheese I get on a stage bringing hype to the crowd You get on stage and they stay in they seats My body different Kill beats I go ignant You broke stay away I be keeping my distance They try to put me inside of a box Want me in jail just Because of my pigment Writing these lyrics I keep it di liigent They want me gone so I'm moving Vi gilent Level head nigga I'm cool I'm chillin Painting my picture Portrayed as a villain I play my part When it come this shit Shout out the team I know they see the vision We ball like the pistons No missing Just hitting And come get your shawty Before she go missing Stick to the code So No changing no switching They said they don't like it They reaching they fishing Member them days I was Working retail F*ck finish line I ain't get no commission I'm grinding My timing impeccable I'm (smokin) that Popeye Love vegetables I know that they used to be skeptical Floating I'm clearing (it) up Like they put on some recticles She said that my vibe was electrical Way that I put words together Got her feeling (sexual) Flexing on (niggas) No pectoral I know that they hating on me Cuz I'm moving respectable She giving me mandible Offa that (Xanny) She turned to a animal And I got the antidote (Killing) this track I'm on fire I'm flammable Next up the evidence tangible After this track I might (f*ck) round And go make a band or two Counting the days like a planner do Until I'm right at the top of the jungle No manitou I can't wait to see the look on they faces when this shit pop Shout out the team shout out the gang I'm working Get ya money up then come holla at me And I'ma still Talk my shit Till I make it
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