Chris Pop - Hop OUT Lyrics

Pull up in the jet then I hop out
All these diamonds on me, flexin for no reason

I got shorty wet, like a waterfall
Ima kill it, yeah its murder season

Teachers talking shit Cuz I dropped out
Drop top rolly, got me feeling breezy

Pull up in the jet then I hop out
All this sauce all on me drippin for no reason
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In the 3
California trees
Ima hit the gas

Ima beast
Poppy got the keys
I just get the bag

He a geek
All that talk is cheap
Know I gotta laugh

Money deep
Rari the sneaks
Honey in the stash

Woke up in the morning and my Trap beeping
Poppy Flip the benjis all these niggas sleeping
I might wip the phantom, pull up in the demon
All this sauce all on me, got that drip, im bleeding

Droptop chevy, Rollin up blue haze
Iced out rollie with a fresh cut fade
Bad bit ready and she finna get slayed
Ex chick calling but her number ain't saved

Walk in this bitch like I own the shit
Walk in this bitch, wit that loaded clip
She fuh wit me, I talk ownership
Don't fuh wit you like she Celibate

They taking Ls like Confederates
I'm getting checks like a veteran
Pull up my chick in a foreign wip
Hop out like I'm finna hit a lick
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Pull up in the jet then I hop out
All these diamonds on me, flexin for no reason

I got shorty wet, like a waterfall
Ima kill it, yeah its murder season

Teachers talking shit Cuz I dropped out
Drop top rolly, got me feeling breezy

Pull up in the jet then I hop out
All this sauce all on me drippin for no reason