Bandzo3rd – Hop Out

Bandzo3rd – Hop Out Lyrics

Artist: Bandzo3rd
Song: Hop Out

Ayy!
Pull Up
Hop Out
Brrr!

Opp Down
Skrrrtt!
Top Down
Bawww!

Hop Out
Pull Up
Hop Out
Brrr!

Opp Down
Skrrrtt!
Top Down
Bawww!

Hop Out
I came with glocky for all my opps
sh#t can get hot like Wasabi
Saki Taki

Keep paper-like copies
My bi***** real foxy
Sloppy toppy
She brings the money to papi

Stay on the grind like cocky
Top-down let the bra down
Never leave without the rawgram
I be feeling like I’m God now

N***** always lookin odd now
Disrespect you get knockdown
Got big guns git big Glocks I don’t box now!
Ayy!

Pull Up
Hop Out
Brrr!
Opp Down

Skrrrtt!
Top Down
Bawww!
Hop Out

Pull Up
Hop Out
Brrr!
Opp Down

Skrrrtt!
Top Down
Bawww!
Hop Out

Its Bandzo!
Yea my heart colder than a freezer say we beef now your manz ona tshirt
New thang came with a sticker I got sum that gonna make his teeth hurt
Been a better rapper than my opps on gang been had more brains than my teachers

Bad b#tch ask me you a bluenose sho lil bab shе can tell by my features
Why thеy cryin about me on the live and hatin wait till I drop that teaser
N***** can’t fucc with my flow this sh#t so hot and I came with a geyser
Just some good weed and a chop up now she sayin that I gave her fever

I was bout to murder her throat in a public place, but she said my knees hurt
New b#tch built lika demon now my ex b#tch look like scat pack
Take the mask off if the face ain’t pretty what I do if your #ss fat
Didn’t know you was talking to the 16th letter b#tch you ain’t gettin no cash back

I ain’t gonna speak about your choice but n**** you chose just ended on Ratfaxx
I try not to think about em shootouts, but I’m keep on have flashbacks
I’m the malcom x of my era stupid b#tch n you fuccs with mad max
Yea I appreciate all my haters wouldn’t been nun and I grew from them backstabs

It wasn’t no Uber when I left Karachi wanna go out better hop ina black cab
I can’t really make my desicion should I go pickup tianna or ami
I play way too much with these b#tches spray my kids like right where she Ate me
You want all my time and attention my only concern is you gonna pay me

And I know your mans don’t like me and I feel him cuz he ain’t me
Ayy!
Pull Up
Hop Out

Brrr!
Opp Down
Skrrrtt!
Top Down

Bawww!
Hop Out
Pull Up
Hop Out

Brrr!
Opp Down
Skrrrtt!
Top Down

Bawww!
Hop Out
Don’t play with my name, it’s risky!
You plottin’ against me or with me?

The day I be gone
They gone miss me!
Bombay my city
We one of the few

You just one of the many
I’m stacking a Millie
Invest in Estate
If it’s not about the money

Then I don’t relate
Man, I came in with nothing
Was led by the faith
Now I’m fresh out the gate

Ahhhh
Dripped down but I’m high as hell
Only L I know
Is a Y S L!

I let people talk
Cuz my time will tell
Ain’t nobody like me
Keep looking, Adele!

Ouuuu
Never mind
Never meet me outta line
I’ve been Underground like a land mine

Now I’m blowing up
One step at a time
Ayy!
Pull Up

Hop Out
Brrr!
Opp Down
Skrrrtt!

Top Down
Bawww!
Hop Out
Pull Up

Hop Out
Brrr!
Yea, you know how we Comin’ baby
2xthedon

Opp Down
Skrrrtt!
Top Down
Bawww!

Hop Out
Ay, if you ain’t talkin’ money or business
I don’t wanna talk honestly get the f#ck out my face
I got foreign b***h suckin’ the gang, she look up like “I love you” I told her “Okay”

I’m 17 with a lil’ bit of swag, of course, they don’t like me
No trippin’ I’m skr8′, lul’ nene been thuggin’ wimmie
Since the day that we met, so of course, Ima’ give her a plate
Hollon wait

Stop the beat
F*** it now play it back
Tryna’ reach to the to-o-o-op, no ian’ stayin’ back
We don’t really got o-o-o-ops, but you know where gang at

Yea, used to tell me to st-o-o-o-op, now they sayin’ I’m famous
Ayy!
Pull Up
Hop Out

Brrr!
Opp Down
Skrrrtt!
Top Down

Bawww!
Hop Out
Pull Up
Hop Out

Brrr!
Opp Down
Skrrrtt!
Top Down

Bawww!
Hop Out
Look
Just cause ion’ politic don’t mean i’m p#ss# you run up om

Gang then we turn you to dust
Don’t give a f***
She said i’m lame cause I
F****d up her trust, Ima demon I told you don’t party with us

I jus’ get caught in my feelins’
Cause b#tches ain’t’ care bout’ my feelins’ when ian’ had nun’
Now they all ova’ my d**k, my
Ex been sick but she still

Tryna’ catch this nut
B***h you infected; I don’t want the p#ss# honestly jus’ keep it to you
I jus’ got off the phone with my steppa’ he told me he ready jus’ gimmie the cue
I’m tryna chill in the club, but this b***h keep askin’ to follow her back like move

Im in the booth
Turn up the mood, you’ll think Ima crip cause of all of the blues
Ayy!
Pull Up

Hop Out
Brrr!
Opp Down
Skrrrtt!

Top Down
Bawww!
Hop Out
Pull Up

Hop Out
Brrr!
Opp Down
Skrrrtt!

Top Down
Bawww!
Hop Out
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Bandzo3rd Lyrics – Hop Out

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Release Year: 2017