Hop Out ft. Jboogie, Cliff & Bloo'jae Lyrics

Hop I be swervin’ crossover like Erving

Dont see me no mobster don’t run with no rookies

He calling say my bro took it we might have to see ‘em

Tupac I be above the rim

We slidin’ just floatin’ no braggin’ or boastin’

I go through the motions real one till I die

No cappin’ dawg why would I lie

The stuff they doing for attention is gettin’ ridiculous

Thirteen like Harden I’m swishin’

Two three girlfriends and six mistresses

Look like Liu Kang how I’m kickin’

Play with the numbers the arithmetic

You ain’t really bout your Benjamins nigga

Eat your skittles and the m and m’s

Niggas thrown’ up subliminal

Talkin’ crazy they remember him

Yeah you notice they remember him

Hold up yeah

Then we finish him

On that gas and you know I’m fuckin’ rollin’

Yeah you know I’m on that shit

Yeah I’m pistol fuckin’ toatin’

Why you hatin’ on a nigga

Cause I’m in your money

I wrapped him on the dice now he lookin’ kinda funny

We go outside, my nigga done upped

Toatin’ pistols yeah you know we goin’ crazy bruh

(To the roof)

To the roof finna get shot up

Shoulda killed him though I don’t know why he missed that truck

Pussy bitch, don’t snitch, you get hit

With the nine, the whole clip

I let it go, Im at your throat

You don’t want no smoke

I’m with the bros we smokin’ dope

In the cut, we masked up

We all in this bitch holdin’ big straps

Woke up with the k, I’m rollin’ today

Might start a riot, fuck the system

If he tough we’ll blitz him

Think long, think wrong

End up with one in your dome

If he extra tough, he a ET

And we sendin’ all of them home

Hop I be swervin’ crossover like Erving

Dont see me no mobster don’t run with no rookies

He calling say my bro took it we might have to see ‘em

Tupac I be above the rim

We slidin’ just floatin’ no braggin’ or boastin’

I go through the motions real one till I die

No cappin’ dawg why would I lie

The stuff they doing for attention is gettin’ ridiculous

Thirteen like Harden I’m swishin’

Two three girlfriends and six mistresses

Look like Liu Kang how I’m kickin’

Play with the numbers the arithmetic

You ain’t really bout your Benjamins nigga

Eat your skittles and the m and m’s

Niggas thrown’ up subliminal

Talkin’ crazy they remember him

Yeah you notice they remember him

Hold up yeah

Then we finish him

They talk like they ballin’ it’s fake

It Ain no way that they straight

Blow a big cloud no vape

Big bag this ain’t a eighth

Let me gone ride to the bank

Guess it’s just that time of day

This shit stay all in my face

It be hard to look away

Need a sprinter van for this wait

Need a tour bus how we movin’

Gotta know we gone go stupid

I don’t really need to do it

But I’m prolly still gone do em

Even though shit stupid

Thought I told em that I’m ruthless

Thought they told em bout the kid

Pull up with a stick

Been had it back then

Been had that shit

They still tryna get that

That I had back then

Damn that shit kinda crazy

Damn this shit kinda wavy

Pull up with your lady

Pull up with your baby

We might pull through in a lincoln

With a rankin bitch her body crazy

And she finna take all kinda thangs

So we finna fuck ‘fore her mind change

Or her eyes close I don’t spike drinks

I don’t fight with hoes catch a flight bae

Imma let her out at the light ain’t I

Hop out I swerve like I’m ice skatin’

Hop I be swervin’ crossover like Erving

Dont see me no mobster don’t run with no rookies

He calling say my bro took it we might have to see ‘em

Tupac I be above the rim

We slidin’ just floatin’ no braggin’ or boastin’

I go through the motions real one till I die

No cappin’ dawg why would I lie

The stuff they doing for attention is gettin’ ridiculous

Thirteen like Harden I’m swishin’

Two three girlfriends and six mistresses

Look like Liu Kang how I’m kickin’

Play with the numbers the arithmetic

You ain’t really bout your Benjamins nigga

Eat your skittles and the m and m’s

Niggas thrown’ up subliminal

Talkin’ crazy they remember him

Yeah you notice they remember him

Hold up yeah

Then we finish him

Paul George my shooters on payroll

My niggas shoot when I say so

Whole gang chasin’ pesos

Remember when we used to kick doors

Came from juugin’ off mid zone

Now the plug so presidential

Pull up foreign ain’t no rental

You know Cliff thats my nigga

Geekin’ off the bean with him

Green beams on AR pistols

Ride or die until they kill me

Veteran no Zion Williams

I ain’t fuckin’ with no rookies

Wood stuffed with the cookie

Say he fronted but I took it

I ain’t hidin’ if he lookin’

Drop the addy then I’m pushin’

Pop a perc, I feel nauseous

Draped in the finer cloth

Lil Gator biting like Lacoste

Gucci gators out the marsh

I been drippin’ from the start

Trap music from the heart

Do anything for my lil boy

Never go against the gang

Get the benji’s for my mama

Flood the gas to my brother

It’s gone be a cold summer

Got your bitch eatin’ lumber

She expose me for attention

I ain’t loving on these bitches

Man my wrist really wicked

VVS’s got me litty

Hop I be swervin’ crossover like Erving

Dont see me no mobster don’t run with no rookies

He calling say my bro took it we might have to see ‘em

Tupac I be above the rim

We slidin’ just floatin’ no braggin’ or boastin’

I go through the motions real one till I die

No cappin’ dawg why would I lie

The stuff they doing for attention is gettin’ ridiculous

Thirteen like Harden I’m swishin’

Two three girlfriends and six mistresses

Look like Liu Kang how I’m kickin’

Play with the numbers the arithmetic

You ain’t really bout your Benjamins nigga

Eat your skittles and the m and m’s

Niggas thrown’ up subliminal

Talkin’ crazy they remember him

Yeah you notice they remember him

Hold up yeah

Then we finish him