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lirik lagu hop out – diizii

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[intro]
hop out that*
hop out that* hop out that
(thenile, light ‘em up) hop out that b*tch
hop out that b*tch, hop out that b*tch

[chorus]
hop out that b*tch (woah), oh, no, hop out that b*tch (woah), yeah
hop out that b*tch, hey (woah, ha*ha), hop out that b*tch

[verse]
huh, hop out that b*tch and i shoot it, puffin’ this sh*t and i’m gettin’ too zooted
phew*phew*phew*phew, i’m gettin’ too zooted, oh, i hop out and shoot it
walk in with the bag and we robbin’ the bank, we robbin’ that sh*t
we takin’ them racks and you can never catch me lackin’
my brother take a life for a benjamin, i’m f*ckin’ her good, i’m a gentleman
i’m him, you can’t handle him, hop out that b*tch while i’m grippin’ the gun (oh)
i’m unloadin’ this sh*t, youngin’s be on a run, they like, “diizii, you gon’ hop out or pop out?”
i say, “b*tch, i’m grindin’, i’m grindin’, i’m tryna get to the top now”
but what you gon’ do when i pull up? now i’m just grippin’ the toolie
that boy with 12 (mm*mm), you know i’ma give him h*ll (mm*mm, ooh)
i’m sippin’ the drank with my youngin’s, you off of the reggie with youngin’s
i’m off the exotic with youngin’s, my b*tch be exotic, lil’ youngin’
woah, hop out the coupe, hop out with the crew
you wish you could do this sh*t like me, yo’ youngin’ wish he could, too (thenile, light ‘em up)
you talkin’ that sh*t, it don’t make sense (oh), you ain’t make bands, you only make cents (oh)
i was f*ckin’ that b*tch by day ten (oh), takin’ my time, i keep her waitin’ (oh)
diizii too crazy, yeah, he from the wild, droppin’ them blue faces, makin’ a pile
when we pull up, you gon’ pop out? then they take your ass to trial
keep puffin’ that sh*t, yeah, it got us litty, they die from the fenty all in my city
b*tch all on my d*ck, she gon’ hop (out), reload the stick, you get popped
droppin’ that boy, he an opp, i’m tryna get to the top
that youngin’ a rat, he with cops, lil’ b*tch, just suck on my c*ck
she f*ckin’ with me, yeah, we locked in, yeah, we locked in, she give me top, b*tch
you keep runnin’ back to your man, we both know it never goes as planned
lil’ b*tch, you in the wrong hands (oh), i’m sayin’ this sh*t ‘cause i can
i’m movin’ on ‘cause you can’t, b*tch, let go of my hand, diizii!
[chorus]
hop out that b*tch (woah), oh, no, hop out that b*tch (woah), yeah
hop out that b*tch, hey (woah, ha*ha), hop out that b*tch

[outro]
hop out that b*tch and i shoot it
baby, i can’t f*ck right now, i’m too zooted (ooh*ooh), oh

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