[Intro: HopOutBlick]
(Hombre, made da beat damn it)
HopOut, HopOutBlick nigga
HopOutBlick, HopOutBlick, HopOutBlick nigga (Bardaproducer)
I got Fetty on me right now (1Hundro did it again)
HopOutBlick, HopOutBlick
[Verse 1: HopOutBlick]
We was in that Kia fishing, prayin' that we catch a vic
I catch a WSM nigga on my man, he gettin' sent
And they like what's that on your gun, lil nigga this a switch
And I'm the biggest Torcher, nigga I just sent the blitz
Ain't no chillin', cause once I fuck, you gotta dip
A nigga try run, the yop made him do a flip
And I just Diors, I ain't fuckin with the Ricks
I can't leave this bitch alone, cause when I'm fuckin she got grip
I can't leave the crib alone, I got that 7 on my hip
And Cam got cooked cause he was talking out his lips
We in beef with the whole city, we ain't got no picks
We caught a nigga, then we chased him out his kicks
I like the ARP with me, it ain't got no kick
In LA traffic, got me running with the blick
Well if he shoot, my twin like Mello on them hits
Nigga tried talk, I told him shut up, you a bitch
Who I want smoke, ion know, I can't pick
I need a new pack, I'm trying hop out with a switch
(Hombre, made da beat damn it)
HopOut, HopOutBlick nigga
HopOutBlick, HopOutBlick, HopOutBlick nigga (Bardaproducer)
I got Fetty on me right now (1Hundro did it again)
HopOutBlick, HopOutBlick
[Verse 1: HopOutBlick]
We was in that Kia fishing, prayin' that we catch a vic
I catch a WSM nigga on my man, he gettin' sent
And they like what's that on your gun, lil nigga this a switch
And I'm the biggest Torcher, nigga I just sent the blitz
Ain't no chillin', cause once I fuck, you gotta dip
A nigga try run, the yop made him do a flip
And I just Diors, I ain't fuckin with the Ricks
I can't leave this bitch alone, cause when I'm fuckin she got grip
I can't leave the crib alone, I got that 7 on my hip
And Cam got cooked cause he was talking out his lips
We in beef with the whole city, we ain't got no picks
We caught a nigga, then we chased him out his kicks
I like the ARP with me, it ain't got no kick
In LA traffic, got me running with the blick
Well if he shoot, my twin like Mello on them hits
Nigga tried talk, I told him shut up, you a bitch
Who I want smoke, ion know, I can't pick
I need a new pack, I'm trying hop out with a switch
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