Hop Out

(albüm: Foreign - 2013)

I pull up, hop out
Pull up, hop out

[Verse 1:]
I say you ain't never seen a nigga this clean
You ain't never seen a swag so mean, I got Truey on my jeans
100K, you know what I mean
I be posted on the scene sippin lean
I'm rollin up my green
Me and my team, we supreme
We take your girlfriend and we hit er from the back, she a dream
Soulja Boy tell I'm on my pow, I'm on the block pop er out
So your bitch brought a fat uh uh
I get buggy on the dance floor
AK-47, make a fuck nigga lay low
They ask me why my pants sagging?
50K in my Robin jeans, nigga what's happenin?

I pull up, I hop out
I pull up, I hop out
I said I pull up, I hop out
I pull up, I hop out

[Verse 2:]
I said bitch what it do?
In the strip club posted with my crew
It's bottles over there and it's bottles over here
Me and my niggas winnin every year
You and yo niggas broke all the time
Me and my niggas stuntin all the time
Guap on deck, all at a time
All them bitches wanna see a nigga shine
I say I pull up, I'm too fresh
I got 100K slidin on my neck
Louie V case, Louie V lens
Gucci on my face, damn I went in

I just pull up and hop out
I just pull up and hop out

I pull up, I hop out
I pull up, I hop out
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!