COME HOOP lyrics

[Intro]
(sh*t, what up, Kaio? This beat hard as hell)
(Floaty, turn that sh*t up)

[Verse 1: FWC Big Key & 392 Lil Head]
Izzo JOG, I'm out the roof when I shoot n*ggas (I'm out the whip)
Stop all that dissin' in them songs, come and hoop with us (Come hoop)
She wanna f*ck us all, I just sent that b*tch a group picture (Belt Gang)
Whole gang got a deal, you don't know who richer (We all up)
I'm up three hundred, n*gga, what the f*ck is eighty bands? (Huh?)
Just blew down on an opp and I'm with Baby Head
n*gga, catch a hat for the gang if you say we mans
Another opp just got smoked, that sh*t made me—
You better think about your life before you troll me
Finna take a n*gga kit, we call them b*tches trophies (We got a lot)
My nephew graduate this year, he get a Rollie (What up, neph'?)
He was a hotboy, we left that n*gga lonely (Yop)
Huh, yeah, what the f*ck, n*gga?
Let me see an opp without a step, he gettin' stunk, n*gga (No cap)
Your mans in the county, Ashton Kutcher, gettin' punked, n*gga (He a b*tch)
b*tch, we run the city, get money, and f*ck b*tches
You'll get bust for real (Yeah)
Tay B, I'm up for real (Yeah)
This sh*t ain't luck, it's skill (Nope)
Another kill
I'll shoot a n*gga face off (No cap)
The chop like a poolstick, n*gga, I'm with 8Ball (Lil Head)
[Verse 2: 392 Lil Head]
Yeah, cuz was my mans 'til I ate dog (Let me get that)
At the 'nino, still gon' shoot a n*gga face off (Man, come here)
n*ggas trollin' on the 'Gram, man, I hate y'all (f*ckin' lames)
Opps was Jump Out Gang, now he can't jog (He's paralyzed)
Everybody totin', n*ggas better not try us (At all)
Back then, Morg used to hoop, now he got five-plus (Now he got five hats, n*gga)
Opps treat me like a coach, I get 'em fired up (Brrt, brrt)
If you want a switch and chain, better sign to us (24)
Yeah, we got dirt bikes (Yeah), we got ATVs (Yeah)
Me and Izzo just turned down a deal with ABC
Lame trollin' on the 'Gram, now he can't see (One eye)
Man, my other opp dead, I know he hate me (I swear to God)
I see an opp and we in church, I'ma up on him (No cap)
They scared to tell the fans the score 'cause we up on it (n*gga)
You still shootin' out the whips, boy, get up on 'em (Come here)
Me and Key hit that b*tch, you put cuffs on it (Hah, hah)

[Outro: 392 Lil Head]
n*gga, Belt Gang
24
Yeah
Belt Gang, yeah
n*gga