Hop Out lyrics

Aye Jolo We Shooting Outside

What up B-Real

[Verse 1]
Throwing back these beans, I’ve been Rollin for like six days
Ain’t worried bout no b*tch I can drop her like a mixtape
I just left the bank, told my momma that I’m real straight
Ain’t coming out the house if I ain’t to get paid
Say she know my name, she want some fame, well bend it ova
Gotta be a baddie with good head to meet my quota
All about my bread and if you play you meet my toaster
I throw up the 4 and I got green I’m a clover
Baddie off of Instagram, say she need her toes done
Got a million followers but always need to hold sum
Never with ya kids but on the blogs you a bold one
Pay you for yo' pus*y, stupid b*tch you got the wrong one

[Hook]
I Pull up, Hop Out fresher than a b*tch
Lookin like a lick, baby wanna lick
She gon let me hit, She gon let me stick
She gon give it to me cuz a n*gga real rich
b*tch I’m yea, b*tch I’m yea, b*tch I’m yea, b*tch I’m yea
b*tch I’m yea, b*tch I’m yea, Yeah, yeah, b*tch im geeked (x2)
[Verse 2]
I get to that lemon man that Blue Cheese, that Mozzarella
My Pockets looks like Parmesan, b*tch I got my sh*t together
You make it clap, I’ll throw you something, how you throw it back, I know its pressure
Don't think that you the only one, tryna f*ck you and ya friend together
She got legs like Stacey, brown like Tracy
Imma shoot my shot I’m tryna make it like McGrady
Pop a football now Im buccin’ like Brady
Turn me up then turn me down, she would never turn me down

[Hook]
Cuz I Pull up, Hop Out fresher than a b*tch
Lookin like a lick, baby wanna lick
She gon let me hit, She gon let me stick
She gon give it to me cuz a n*gga real rich
b*tch I’m yea, b*tch I’m yea, b*tch I’m yea, b*tch I’m yea
b*tch I’m yea, b*tch I’m yea, Yeah, yeah, b*tch im geeked (x2)