Hop Out

We hop out a sprinter, we hop out a van That bitch on my body, but she got a man That stick in my pocket, and I'm finna pop it If you try to run up, won't do it again We hop out a sprinter, we hop out a van That bitch on my body, but she got a man That stick in my pocket, and I'm finna pop it If you try to run up, won't do it again He talk hot, then we slide with the chrome I pass the blick to my shooter Bottega, not rockin' Vlone Yeah I be the flyest whenever I pull up I got them racks, but the money won't change me GLE big body, skirt off Mercedes Movin' them kilos, we trap out the basement Said we don't eat up, you must be mistaken We hop out a sprinter, we hop out a van That bitch on my body, but she got a man That stick in my pocket, and I'm finna pop it If you try to run up, won't do it again We hop out a sprinter, we hop out a van That bitch on my body, but she got a man That stick in my pocket, and I'm finna pop it If you try to run up, won't do it again