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Hop Out Shoot - Kodak Black
Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Carl Donovan Benoit
Never pick and choose
And I'm 5'2''
Carl Paul
When I ain't in the stu'
That smoke go down whoever throat
You heard
Load it up
Carl
Ride the four-wheelers and go bowlin' when I ain't in the stu'
That smoke go down whoever throat
I never pick and choose
I'm 5'7
I walked in
She standin' 5'2
She asked me what I like to do
I told her
Hop out
Shoot
Ayy
Hop out
Shoot
Hop out
Then shoot
Funny how you liked on me and now I'm feelin' you
We hop out
Then shoot
We hop out
Then shoot
We poppin' out
Then swingin' ******* out they sandals
Lot of you n***as finna die
I ain't tellin' no lie when I say we poppin' out
Head up on sight
I see you
I'ma get to rockin' out
Tryna call
Are you ******* sleep or somethin'
I had chilled a ******* year out 'fore I knocked 'em all
Lil' daddy ain't even seen it comin'
I'm drippin' like last Sunday
I just took off with a chicken like last Monday
I be tryna change
But sometimes look like I'm runnin' from it
I like her now
But once I get her
I'm on another woman
I went oranges on the Dunks
I got the butter for it
If a n***a call out smoke
I'm comin'
Runnin' to it
I ain't gon' lie
You make me feel good on a murder song
I told lil' shawty
Ho
You probably never goin' home
I told Boosie
I caught a few bodies lookin' up to you
I told Plies
Every time you rapped that ****
I went to go do it
We probably beef
But we SG
That mean we tight
Alright
I walked from GA
Stole the car comin' from Powell Heights
Sometimes we fight
But when it's war
We come together though
We come together
We hop and we shoot
We go there with whoever
Zoe
We go wherever
It's whatever
Say it
Ride the four-wheelers and go bowlin' when I ain't in the stu'
That smoke go down whoever throat
I never pick and choose
I'm 5'7
I walked in
She standin' 5'2
She asked me what I like to do
I told her
Hop out
Shoot
Hop out and shoot
Ayy
Hop out
Shoot
Hop out
Then shoot
And how 'bout you
Baby
What you and your friends do
Pop out
Shoot
Hop out
Shoot
He love run and gun
When I finally see Petey
You know it's done
Done
Done
As soon as shorty took me back
Went and ran the game to her
She say she give me chance
Don't do her like a lame do her
These n***as always keep callin' when they needin' somethin'
My older ***** keep cookin' for me and cleanin' for me
Walk 'em down
A hundred rounds
Fully with a switch
Bullets shootin' quick
We back down any n***as who come 'round this *****
Everybody say they demon time
But I move with grace
I'm a righteous reaper
A good n***a
But I'll eat your face
I was on twenty Percs before the end of the day
Straight up
N***a turned his back on me
I left him on his face
Don't make me get in your house and wake up in your place
This the longest I been out and I ain't catch a case
I know I'm never finna go back to the pain and suffering
Or sharin' a cell with a n***a and having to smell each other
I'ma wipe a whole generation out 'bout my brother
A n***a wanna bring the crazy out me
Try my brother