Hop Out ft. $oni 8 Lyrics

Hop out with the gang

Hop out with the gang

Remember Trues was on my ass and now this shit Balmain

Can't trust nobody in this life, I went through too much pain

Once when I touch an M, I flood the wrist and cop a chain

If that hoe tricking, I bet that bitch just want the fame

Won't catch me slipping, you fuck around, I'm gon' leave a stain

They souls be lifting, you know my boys gon' let it rain

And when y'all speaking bout the best, then y'all gon' say our name

Walk in the spot, bitch I'm lipping, cause I'm toting heavy

I got my chopper like Lil' Caesars, bullets hot and ready

This world get cold, but I'm colder, bitch I'm cold like Yeti

I fuck her till she flood the floors, I swear that shit too wetty

That's my lil' baby, make sure all her pockets 4PF

Feel like Lil' Durk with all my fam, this shit like OTF

But this shit OTG, obsessed with chasing money

This shit feel like OCD, slide with no remorse, can't show no mercy

That's on G.O.D., And we got Mac 11s

They send them souls to heaven, feel like MJ in Seven

I'm moving smart, so I won't step if I ain't tote my weapon

We be them ones, throw them ones up, we don't come in second

Ayy, Hop out with the gang

Hop out jewelry swing it glisten

My boy got eyes just like a Hawk his aim came with precision

The way I'm putting these hits out, bitch I feel like new edition

Keep that chopper, just in case, gotta let shit bang with these extensions

Bitch, like 1942, we give them shots

I keep that weight around my neck, it's like I'm doing squats

I'm solo stepping, most the time, bitch I feel like Lil' Yachty

My nigga eight that boy up next, we going up them charts

Ayy, never fake, keep it real

Making plays in the field

Bust down, want a richard mil

Niggas snake for the thrill

Ain't no fear, bitch I'm with the gang like ten to one

Them niggas said they posted, we ain't hiding, they ain't spraying none

Two bitches on my dick, I feel like Pac, I might just hit them up

I call my bullets J. too hot like coal, I just can't get enough

Hop out with the gang, Hop out with the gang

If I'm steady on the chase, they on the same thing

If a nigga fuck the image, then the gang bang

You ain't my blood, you ain't my dreads, so you can't fucking hang

Two tone, wrist on, neck on, froze

Ten opps, one gang, wipe his nose

Bodies dropping, cases closed

Fuck around with the gang, we send them shots and them caskets closed

Better step with your 30, cause my niggas shooting like Golden State

Been repping that set with that boy eight, you know we bury weight

Been the best in my city, blowing like a rocket, tryna put on for take

Love chasing that money, I don't chase hoes cause they chase none but bank