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letra de hop out - diizii

[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

- diizii

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