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letra de hop out - lil shine & summrs

[chorus: lil shine]
hop out, bam, my pistol tucked, i made the b-tch get on my nuts
i held a glock and watch him strut, hollow tips rip through his guts
had them bullets watchin’ cut, ha, still can’t watch it through
yeah, my b-tch, she bad as sh-t (jalen go kraz), got these b-tches mad as f-ck
i lost all the ones i loved
she just right next to me, i can’t make this sh-t up
tell me, what do you want? said i won’t talk
he said it was beef, i hit his b-tch to my song
know i thought you was my type
oh, you mad ’cause i’m at yo’ b-tch house? you tried to up this d-mn fye
know i’ll shoot this b-tch up, drank givin’ me hiccups
in the cell, i was doin’ sit-ups
in that b-tch, i was doin’ chin-ups
haha (b-tch)

[bridge: summrs]
(rino) yeah
(lil’ rino, lil’ rino, lil’ rino)
(it’s lil’ rino and shine, lil’ rino)
go, go, go, oh, oh, oh (jalen go kraz)

[verse: summrs]
yo’ n-gga sip green, got a knot in my jeans
and my chain on freeze, she my california breeze
do this sh-t with the ease, .223 in my jeans
b-tch, i got what you need
get his ass clapped, put him off the map
she like how i rap, she know it ain’t cap
ridin’ maybach, she so laid back
get ’em on my drill, they was on my back
double r, blackout that b-tch, got extended mag
make they ass get up in the car, until they f-ckin’ get ya hat
he be talkin’ crazy out the side of his neck ’til i get his ass splat
i heard yo’ boyfriend p-ssy and i heard that he a rat
i’d never switch on my partners, i got millions of dollars
i’ll get his ass tied up, i’m with shottas, it’s a problem
i’m a motherf-ckin’ baby, i need my motherf-ckin’ lean bottle
i don’t pop no bottles, i f-ck model hoes, yeah, a lot of ’em
(i’m a motherf-ckin’ baby, i need my motherf-ckin’ lean bottle)
(i don’t pop no bottles, i f-ck model hoes, yeah, a lot of ’em) (b-tch)
[chorus: lil shine]
hop out, bam, my pistol tucked, i made the b-tch get on my nuts
i held a glock and watch him strut, hollow tips rip through his guts
had them bullets watchin’ cut, ha, still can’t watch it through
yeah, my b-tch, she bad as sh-t (jalen go kraz), got these b-tches mad as f-ck
i lost all the ones i loved
she just right next to me, i can’t make this sh-t up
tell me, what do you want? said i won’t talk
he said it was beef, i hit his b-tch to my song
know i thought you was my type
oh, you mad ’cause i’m at yo’ b-tch house? you tried to up this d-mn fye
know i’ll shoot this b-tch up, drank givin’ me hiccups
in the cell, i was doin’ sit-ups
in that b-tch, i was doin’ chin-ups
haha

- lil shine summrs

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