"Hopped Out" lyrics
(feat. Huey Briss)
Yeah, mm, yeah
Uh
Yeah, okay
Hopped out, then I hopped in it
Plane to the whip to the chopper to top of the buildin' (Cyeah)
Bitches still fuckin' from Compton to Watts in my city
Ridin' through Slauson, I promise you I can fill it
Pit stop to cop Doja
Pick up two boppers and sit 'em on top of the Rover (Yeah)
Swervin' and drivin', popo try pull-pull me over
Nigga, we get it poppin', you ain't know, now you know (Ah, let's go)
Ayy
All white, gotta watch where I'm sittin'
Catchin' a flight overnight, then it's back to the city
Raisin' my price 'cause I'm nice and my niggas is winnin'
Baby, I'm chillin', I don't feel like takin' no pictures
I'm ridin', slidin', dippin', but never slippin' (Nah)
EC 175, couple million
Blades choppin', think I work with aviation
I got so much rex, motherfuckers think I make it
Yeah, ayy
Dover Street Market goin' retarded
I ain't even try it on, I just bought it
See my shoes. they say CC right there, see can't you see-see? (Let's go)
And my shirt CDG, it's B-U-D from CPT, ayy (Let's go, yeah)
Hopped out, then I hopped on it
Gave her the bone, now she be callin' me every mornin'
And my crew notoriously known as MVP (Yeah)
We stackin' blues, ain't 'bout no check then don't you talk to me, uh-uh (Yeah)
We at the Highlight Room, models and bottles
She tryna swallow, she ain't worried about a follow
She said the London, I was thinkin' more the Ramada
One night only, I ain't finna call you tomorrow (Yeah, ayy)
Okay, ass so big I can't take it
Love when she shake it, especially when she buckin' naked
Love when she suck it, spit on it, let me tape it
Told her get up, sit on it, thank you, baby (Let's go, ayy, ayy)
We out in Vegas, hundred bitches on the strip
Hit the casino, spent a rack and make it flip
Leavin' the Caesar, cop a suite with all the chips
Niggas is faded, tell my driver time to dip
Hopped out, then I hopped off it
Jet to the dock to the boat to the top of the loft
Out in Miami, smokin' Cubans like a boss
Three buttons open, I'm just tryna cool off, yeah
Uh
Yeah, okay
Hopped out, then I hopped in it
Plane to the whip to the chopper to top of the buildin' (Cyeah)
Bitches still fuckin' from Compton to Watts in my city
Ridin' through Slauson, I promise you I can fill it
Pit stop to cop Doja
Pick up two boppers and sit 'em on top of the Rover (Yeah)
Swervin' and drivin', popo try pull-pull me over
Nigga, we get it poppin', you ain't know, now you know (Ah, let's go)
Ayy
All white, gotta watch where I'm sittin'
Catchin' a flight overnight, then it's back to the city
Raisin' my price 'cause I'm nice and my niggas is winnin'
Baby, I'm chillin', I don't feel like takin' no pictures
I'm ridin', slidin', dippin', but never slippin' (Nah)
EC 175, couple million
Blades choppin', think I work with aviation
I got so much rex, motherfuckers think I make it
Yeah, ayy
Dover Street Market goin' retarded
I ain't even try it on, I just bought it
See my shoes. they say CC right there, see can't you see-see? (Let's go)
And my shirt CDG, it's B-U-D from CPT, ayy (Let's go, yeah)
Hopped out, then I hopped on it
Gave her the bone, now she be callin' me every mornin'
And my crew notoriously known as MVP (Yeah)
We stackin' blues, ain't 'bout no check then don't you talk to me, uh-uh (Yeah)
We at the Highlight Room, models and bottles
She tryna swallow, she ain't worried about a follow
She said the London, I was thinkin' more the Ramada
One night only, I ain't finna call you tomorrow (Yeah, ayy)
Okay, ass so big I can't take it
Love when she shake it, especially when she buckin' naked
Love when she suck it, spit on it, let me tape it
Told her get up, sit on it, thank you, baby (Let's go, ayy, ayy)
We out in Vegas, hundred bitches on the strip
Hit the casino, spent a rack and make it flip
Leavin' the Caesar, cop a suite with all the chips
Niggas is faded, tell my driver time to dip
Hopped out, then I hopped off it
Jet to the dock to the boat to the top of the loft
Out in Miami, smokin' Cubans like a boss
Three buttons open, I'm just tryna cool off, yeah
