Hop Out Ocean Wisdom (Ft. Tim Vocals)

[Chorus: Tim Vocals]
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle
Hop out, do you
Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom
Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules
At the club tryna line up in the jungle

[Verse 1: Ocean Wisdom]
Yo, look
He's too late, haffi cook 'im in the fryer (cook 'im in the fryer)
He spent all his drug money on attire
Hopped out, did him and I admired, but
The Moncler got caught on the barbed wire (evidence)
I been up all night with the shakes
Niggas still pulled up at least 25 minutes early in a wraith, I'm bulletproof
Gang just had to pattern up for the papes, like "what it do"
None o' my niggas can't ever make it to the States, why? Ca we rude
Four foreigns, three in France, one in the UK - free of charge
And in the boot lays real arms that'll cause Lupe a fiasco (woo woo)
That was stupid at a cashpoint
Who's friends with dat boy? (fuck sake)
Did you tek it from dat boy? (tsk)
Then who's waitin' for dat boy? (awww..)
Brilliant
Well done kid, brilliant
Great idea, peelin' him for testin' your resilience (cluck cluck)
You're an idiot (fuck sake)
You coulda made millions (trust)
You shoulda done anything except hoppin' out and killin' him