Hopping Out Bussin lyrics

[Intro: T Slick 166]
Frr, frr
Go
Frr, frr, frr
(Ayo, Hustler, we gotta stack that guap, fool)
Go, go, go

[Verse 1: T Slick 166]
I got that name Slick for bein' quick and makin' bodies lock (No bap)
Last n*gga played, can't say they name, huh, just know they body dropped
You play, get turned into a day, we smoke you and your buddy part (Rrah, rrah)
Oh, he got twenty-two out the Drac', bouncin' out, chasin' n*ggas all down they block
These Mike Amiri, but they call 'em skates (Bleed), I got your b*tch lookin' all at my knot
Lil Scoom bounce out with an ARP, I bounce out swingin' this switch at top (Go, go)

[Verse 2: Lil Scoom89]
Bad as f*ck, when I was thirteen, I was tryna chase an opp (Come here, come here)
Mind on the bread, shoulders on head, mama told me can't chase a bop
Man, f*ck a switch, this brand-new blick came with a bеam, can't duck a dot (Come here, whеre you goin'?)
We bounced on him, brr, bah, he was yellin', "Ah" when he got shot (Grrah)
I never knew at seventeen I'd like diamonds on my watch
We used to fight, got tired of that, stacked up the funds and grabbed the Glock
I know one opp who got caught out of bounds and one died on the block (Come here, come here)
Pulled down my mask, I get on ass, check one up top and pop my lock (Grrah)
Believin' her lies, but still on point 'cause I can't get doored by a bop
Was talkin' sh*t, dissin' on live, we caught his ass, put him on Fox
He was thinkin' with his di*k and caught up with him, died with his c*ck (Come here, come here)
Out in the 'burbs, we jump the curb, got out of there, 12 tried to box (Skrrt, skrrt)
I like freaky b*tches, nasty hoes who sloppy with the top (Sloppy)
Call me Mr. Button, hop out bustin', brr, at his top (Grrah)