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Don Toliver - Hop Out Lyrics

My bitch you
I pray that I got two
I know you, I know you
Yeah!
YungNym goin crazy

Pour codeine for my team, makes it right make it lean
Countin' up the stacks that shit drako with my people
You know me ain't the trap, I got rollies for my g's
Better not be slackin' cuz I come and make it seem

Audemars, AP, mash that Gucci with the Fendi
Rolex, LV too many cars got plenty
Too many bitches that craze me
You know the ops gon' hate me
Big backs, Balenci, Balenci Yeah

I got my numbers
Diamonds they bite piranhas
Oust, gon' give em the stunners
Lost, they want em with gunners
Thеy know I be gettin' my shi
Put hoes on Shaldon' Colеre
All these numbers, yeah they legit
Pay the load I be makin amends
I call the choppas they makin' the tax, look at the money they got em' in packs
Countin' this shit while they riding with the Jack
Cactus go out and robbin em' bank
I call the choppas they makin' the tax, look at the money they got em' in racks
Countin' this shit while they riding with the Jack
Cactus go out and robbin em' bank
Audemars, AP, mash that Gucci with the Fendi
Rolex, LV too many cars got plenty
Too many bitches that craze me
You know the ops gon' hate me
Big backs, Balenci, Balenci Yeah

Young Gunna wanna be back callin' me splurge
Fuck we not drivin' on the ride on the way to the club
Bentley gon' fly like a bird
Spin on the first and the third
Solid I'm keepin' my word
Got me equal, fuck what you heard
Crackin' Ferrari on the pitch how we be swervin
Keep me stick if they crash it go purge
Can't say that they did, blaze it turn
In my old whip we can make wish and burn
Someone wit' no hands can learn, bitch
Someone wit' no hands can learn, hitch
Let's see how much can earn
All the money on me like it perp
When they gon' pull up on me they gon' burn
When they pull up on me they goin dumb bitch
Ecstasy, when they fulfillin, smack out the pound I'm chillin
Trappin' gon' make me a killing
Look at everybody wishin
I hoped you played your position
I don't want nobody listening
I see that hoe with precision
Main bitch my only decision
Yeah bitch my only decision
Fuck, bitches, yeah
Audemars, AP, mash that Gucci with the Fendi
Rolex, LV too many cars got plenty
Too many bitches that craze me
You know the ops gon' hate me
Big backs, Balenci, Balenci Yeah

Hop out shoot up drop it, Hop out shoot up drop it
Young niggas schemin, watching
Hop out shoot up drop it, Hop out shoot up drop it
Hop out shoot up drop it
Young niggas schemin, watching
Hop out shoot up drop it