"Hop Out" lyrics
(feat. Tim Vocals)
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Yo, look
He's too late, haffi cook 'im in the fryer (cook 'im in the fryer)
He spent all his drug money on attire
Hopped out, did him and I admired, but
The Moncler got caught on the barbed wire (evidence)
I been up all night with the shakes
Niggas still pulled up at least 25 minutes early in a wraith, I'm bulletproof
Gang just had to pattern up for the papes, like "what it do"
None o' my niggas can't ever make it to the States, why? Ca we rude
Four foreigns, three in France, one in the UK - free of charge
And in the boot lays real arms that'll cause Lupe a fiasco (woo woo)
That was stupid at a cashpoint
Who's friends with dat boy? (fuck sake)
Did you tek it from dat boy? (tsk)
Then who's waitin' for dat boy? (awww...)
Brilliant
Well done kid, brilliant
Great idea, peelin' him for testin' your resilience (cluck cluck)
You're an idiot (fuck sake)
You coulda made millions (trust)
You shoulda done anything except hoppin' out and killin' him
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Listen, Jordan was some other nigga that I grew with
Told me not to do it
But then it was boredom
Well in desperation I was robbin' niggas, and they knew it
Look at these complexities in life that you just gotta run wid fam tru
It's not always about tryna quick fix everything, sometimes you work through it
It's one o' dem things in life init, gunfingers wid my niggas
Reasonably priced dingers, trap house noodles in five minutes
True I put food there in my village
You sir, are my apprentice
Scoot this inside, init (do it)
That's where you hide pingers
Take this for your enemies and when you ching him wid it twist it in 'im
And his organs gonna turn to pieces like we splittin' brisket at a civil dinner
To the left of 'im you'll hit the liver, if you wanna kill him dip him in the solarplexus
But my nigga really be prepared for murder if you lunging things at niggas so aggressive
I said "Woah woah woah."
Bro slow your roll
Y'all want no kill
Kill ain't gettin' you mils
And I know you want that meal (true)
You don't wan' live in jail (true)
Hold back when you spill
Lil nigga chill, lil nigga chill (please)
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Hop out, do you
Nice guy let the gun boom
My gun pops, see my gun rules
Line up in the jungle
Yeah, dem might hate ca' they flop
I'm the only one that made it to this spot
And I still remain a stand-up nigga
Stand up nigga
(Yah!)
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Yo, look
He's too late, haffi cook 'im in the fryer (cook 'im in the fryer)
He spent all his drug money on attire
Hopped out, did him and I admired, but
The Moncler got caught on the barbed wire (evidence)
I been up all night with the shakes
Niggas still pulled up at least 25 minutes early in a wraith, I'm bulletproof
Gang just had to pattern up for the papes, like "what it do"
None o' my niggas can't ever make it to the States, why? Ca we rude
Four foreigns, three in France, one in the UK - free of charge
And in the boot lays real arms that'll cause Lupe a fiasco (woo woo)
That was stupid at a cashpoint
Who's friends with dat boy? (fuck sake)
Did you tek it from dat boy? (tsk)
Then who's waitin' for dat boy? (awww...)
Brilliant
Well done kid, brilliant
Great idea, peelin' him for testin' your resilience (cluck cluck)
You're an idiot (fuck sake)
You coulda made millions (trust)
You shoulda done anything except hoppin' out and killin' him
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Listen, Jordan was some other nigga that I grew with
Told me not to do it
But then it was boredom
Well in desperation I was robbin' niggas, and they knew it
Look at these complexities in life that you just gotta run wid fam tru
It's not always about tryna quick fix everything, sometimes you work through it
It's one o' dem things in life init, gunfingers wid my niggas
Reasonably priced dingers, trap house noodles in five minutes
True I put food there in my village
You sir, are my apprentice
Scoot this inside, init (do it)
That's where you hide pingers
Take this for your enemies and when you ching him wid it twist it in 'im
And his organs gonna turn to pieces like we splittin' brisket at a civil dinner
To the left of 'im you'll hit the liver, if you wanna kill him dip him in the solarplexus
But my nigga really be prepared for murder if you lunging things at niggas so aggressive
I said "Woah woah woah."
Bro slow your roll
Y'all want no kill
Kill ain't gettin' you mils
And I know you want that meal (true)
You don't wan' live in jail (true)
Hold back when you spill
Lil nigga chill, lil nigga chill (please)
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Hop out, do you
Nice guy let the gun boom
My gun pops, see my gun rules
Line up in the jungle
Yeah, dem might hate ca' they flop
I'm the only one that made it to this spot
And I still remain a stand-up nigga
Stand up nigga
(Yah!)
