HopOut
JunkYardBaby
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I done hop up out the beamer, now she love my swag I can't worry bout no bih, I'm getting to the bag I'm the chosen one, baby, I ain't playing tag I got shorty on her knees, I can't even flag I'mma hop out, imma hop out I'mma pop out, imma pop out I'mma knock out, imma knock out I'mma rock out, imma rock out I'mma hop out, imma hop out I'mma pop out, imma pop out I'mma knock out, imma knock out I'mma rock out, imma rock out We about them bucks, nigga, finna buck out Time is money, nigga, we ain't finna clock out Talking out her ass like, shorty, bring your butt out I don't need no key, I'ma kick my foot out Running with the 30 bands, running with the 30 clips She twerking with no fucking hands, I can't even hit and dip Golds cost like four grand, lock jaw, I can't even sip Got it out the sand, nigga, so you know I never trip Different flows, different clothes, different hoes Doing shows, cash a glow, f*ck and go Hit and go, get my flow, get some dough Hit the pole, 30 on me, Norris Cole In the O, got no froze, staying low, hit my four Young nigga out the old, bitch, I'm legendary I can't fall in love, baby, what's February Shitting in the booth so much, it ain't necessary Run up in your crib like the fucking tooth fairy I done hop up out the Beamer, now she love my swag I can't worry about no bih, I'm getting to the bag I'm the chosen one, baby, I ain't playing tag I got shorty on her knees, I can't even flag I'mma hop out, imma hop out I'mma pop out imma pop out I'mma knock out, imma knock out I'mma rock out imma rock out I'mma hop out, imma hop out I'mma pop out, imma pop out I'mma knock out, imma knock out I'mma rock out, imma rock out If you taking back shots, I'ma blow your back out If I blow your back out, is you gone back out If you give me brain shorty, is you gone black out If I put it in your shorty, is you gone tap out Get what you want, shorty, I can pay the fee I can change your life, shorty, who you wanna be I can't fake the funk, nigga, I can't drink no tea Young nigga, take your charge, then I caught the plea Running with the 30 clip, we gon' light it up Like July 4th, nigga, we gon' spark it up If we hit that lick, I know they gon' lock us up Once we get locked up, nigga, don't talk it up Told shorty, bounce that ass to this fucking beat In the booth now, I still can't forget the street Young nigga, tryna get the world to his mother I can't love you, baby girl, I'm too gudda I done hop up out the Beamer, now she love my swag I can't worry about no bih, I'm getting to the bag I'm the chosen one, baby, I ain't playing tag I got shorty on her knees, I can't even flag I'mma hop out, imma hop out I'mma pop out, imma pop out I'mma knock out, imma knock out I'mma rock out, imma rock out I'mma hop out, imma hop out I'mma pop out, imma pop out I'mma knock out, imma knock out I'mma rock out, imma rock out Bout to go in , go in 50 in , 60 in , 70 in Aye aye Ion need no friend go Ben Soul sin go go Ben TTen What the f*ck, where the beat at
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