HOP OUT Lyrics

It's murder gang, fuh, rah, fuh, pussy ah nigga

Look, say they like Draco, what you livin'

I'm trippin', what the fuck, I ain't been trippin

Bag back, so bitch go pick your partner up

He in the way, X him out with the blade

We quick to get the fuck

Baby Jah gon' hit him with that switch

And make him pick his partner up

Straight off the flat, we shoot straight through the gate

Dis Draco, here, let's see

Let me tell the business what it is

The word they don't know in the streets

They reppin', tip on gang

We send a trip and put sum on a tee, (bing ba)

They like, God damn, Drace, put, sum underneath

I'm from that foe, I ain't even rep that side

Still war with PPG

Oh, that was me who let them bullets fly

Woke up the whole Street

223s, Glock with the switch, bitch, we roll deep

Run from the J's

We couldn't get away, they cleared the who Street

Gang Business , rock it till you're livin

This a juvenile life

Like What you sayin'

Dealt with jail and prison, bitch, I earned my stripes

Lil' one trippin', he thinkin' with his dick

He ain't actin' right (GLAAA}

Fuck that Switch, I bet that boy with God tonight

Give word to one shotta

We fuckin' hop out, steppin' down on feet

We like to do Walk Downs

Catch a nigga down, put him on the Tee

I heard karma come back around

But mine never came back for me (like what the fuck)

That's what his mama said

We put lil' one to sleep

Who knockin'

That be noface

Tryna see what lil' one at

Got evil thoughts goin' through my mind

My lil' potna even wanna act

Them lil' niggas thinkin' it's over

It's crazy, found out where they at

Lil' one tried to run down the hill (Bow)

Now his soul snatch

The feds pulled me over

Say I'm the ticket

I ain't even trippin

Got lean up in my cup

Can't cross the line

Cause they gon' know I'm sippin

Let me tie my shoes

Gotta be precise on every mission

Bae Hide your face

You know I got my shiesty on every mission

Walked in

Gloves all black

With a knife in my hand

Man tell them labels

that im back

I need a bigger advandce

They say it's smoke

We Strapped up like

The Klu Klux Klan

That bitch gon' bomb

Blrrr bomb bomb

The reason he ran

We left his pants down

Come pick him up

Somebody say their mans down

Niggas know lil' Von

Really make niggas stand down

Used to be a nobody

I swear that I'm the man now

Runnin' through the racks

I'm super far

They understand now

I'm super far

They understand now

I'm super far

They understand now

I'm super far