Hop Out On Feet (feat. Mr.dotomuxh & Ziplokk400)

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I got two phones just for the trap, one for the plays, one for the Mack
I ain't touchin' on that fuckin' scrap, that nigga diss, I catch a hat
I got my Glock and niggas spin this block, niggas better not be in that club
Just dropped tha lo , we not that far, I tryna see Lil' Bro get chopped

I hop off V, he know that's me, Lil' Bruh been speakin' 0-2-3
I down my ski, he get the run, he think he sweet til' I push this button
Mali tryna go hard, cause as I tell Lil' Bro, he match the gas
Niggas know I put belt to ass, I pop this perc, you know I'm crash

Can't wait til' I go catch his ass, Lil' sincere creepin' through that grass
17C up on my hip, you reachin', I'ma bust your ass
All I rap , cap, yall never slidin, pussy boy, stop all at hiding
Duck and ball like my name was Biden , pop his ass, yeah, we leavin' winin

Lil' Kaia never spin this block, we catch her ass, bitch, she won't talk
Touch my bitch and I pop it top, never gon' fold around, no cop
I smoke his ass cause he a op, niggas never won't spin this block
Just like caught me a brand new chop, just wait til' I get Lil' Kendra

Stay to where I'm at, I spin that block, I see that car, might leave it in park
I already know that he been an op, 38 spot like I been a cop
How bout tryna go flip that V, Lil' Bro had diss, now he on the tee
Now I'm Lil' Lil', smokin' free Lil' P, come on, pop out and you will see

Tryna hit up, they block for nothing , I just caught me a brand new chop lil zay
tryna go p for P, I tell Lil' Brodie come and see
I stir up and gas just by the seat, get smokin', leave him by that tree
F*ck him, I leave him in that Cree, nigga wan diss, now he deceased

I just caught me a brand new Glock , hop out tryna go dump this chop
Send a bitch to go get that drop

I hop out the Jeep, I chase him down, tryna put shit to sleep
This smitty get the dumpin chopp his, ass, we put him on the tee

Please don't play with me, I'll chop your ass for thinkin' you want beef
Niggas change up quick, but it's alright, I'm hoppin' out on feet
Glizzy glizzy glizzy get to barkin,  tryna make a pussy be deceased
Rookies think they can play with me, I up the Glock, he D.I.E

Pussies know I play for keeps and we got sticks just like the Heats
Ridin' through they block, nobody out, you know I got my glee
Pussies know not to speak on frost, cause if he try, he swing and creep
He don't wanna show no bacon, so you know that pussy cheat

He see me rollin' down my window, so it's time to tie his cleats
We ridin' in two different cars, in every car we all 4 deep
I hang out that bitch and get that blasting, I'm tryna put him up
Catch him lackin' bust his melon before he coulda even up,

Try to spend tha Macon swing my street, you bound to try your luck
I'ma blow my pole i live for this, so I don't give a f*ck
Kidnap that lil' bitch, we pick him up, we throw him in the truck
Then make him scream for his life, if he try some shit, then put him up

Right or wrong, you know I Dump my Glock, I catch a opp, you know he f*ck
Just me and Cuz just cruisin' in a V, tryna go catch a opp
They swear they gangsta, but last time they swing', nobody get chopped when
I walk up out that door, I got my chopper or my fuckin' Glock

Ima dome that boy, a bout ah bitch, I f*ck her, then I send her home
Yeah, I  been gettin' paper, pussy bitch don't call my fuckin' phone
Yeah, I  ridin' all in traffic, trynna, catch plays on my fuckin' phone
He said, it's smoke, I grab my ski, you know I hopping out on feet

You know I got 30 in reach', case that boy, he try to creep
Yeah, I  been tryna stay up out the way and duck them fuckin' streets
But niggas always talkin' shit, they always on my fuckin' meat
I catch him in that striker dome his ass, and go roll up a leaf

I catch him in that striker dome his ass, now he can't diss on me
No, I don't do the drink, but I can roll me up a fat-ass wood
Dissin on the gang, that's how you get your stupid-ass lift
I all about my paper, catch a opp ,he  know he gettin' Clift

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