B0P OUT B0YS

[Intro]
Beat the fuck out that boy
Where he goin'?
Yeah-what the fuck?
Who the fuck that is in that corner right there? (Fuck, fuck man)
(Fuck, jit)
Bitch you bop o...
Bitch, bitch you bop out on me? (Bow)
(Bitch) Let's get it
Bop out on me, I'mma hit you with somethin' (Aye hit him with that stick, man)
Huh (Jeesh, what the fuck is this?)

[Verse 1]
Bitch Imma beat the fuck out you
Find your bitch, Imma beat the fuck out her throat too (Ooh)
Hit a nigga up with .32s
Hit a nigga up, now he all up on the news
Hit a nigga up with the chopper, leaving no clues
Hit a nigga looking for the blues, all the blues
Bitch I need that, she sucking dick, oughta choose me
Yeah she like to choose, she chewing with her tooth
Bitch don't bite down though
Gotta get my dough, then I hit the road with big bro
Yeah we smoking dope on the road
Call up folks, hit a nigga up with the scope, with the scopes (Bitch)
Leave a nigga real smoked
Like antidote, bitch you getting real clear
Hit you in the ear, make your ass steer
Smoke his top, now that boy off in the air

[Verse 2]
This a hot car, bitch we sliding in a stolo
We got Glocks in here, bitch do not stop
Hard Head got them big Glocks, he ain't going for nothin'
And we got the sticks, send a nigga straight to the sun
Nigga talking 'bout "he want beef with me?" You ain't 'nun
Lil' nigga you pussy, how you praying like a fucking nun?
Jeesh worked the beat till his arm fucking tired
Bop up out the cut with a drac' like "hi"
I say Imma fuck that bitch till her shit get wide
The bitch say she a Christian (But she ain't even down to ride)
I say bitch I'm Yu-Gi-Oh, I got the power just like God
I say I pop a perc and sit back and just vibe
Call me the baby kid, I was in school getting high
The bitch she asked for twenty, I just gave the hoe a five
Yeah they thinking I'm a spirit, trying to figure out my vibe
I'll bop up out that cut with that fucking .40 ridin'

[Verse 3]
Excuse me (So what)
Do you have a problem with my gang, bitch?
I could lead you to Discords with more insane shit
Dropped ties with him, he didn't speak my languageWhen I start popping he'll be moving on in anguish
No, hold on (Ahem)
Sorry about that
My haters getting real jealous that I'm back
They wanna kill me so the clique I stay around that
And everybody listen to my voice because it sound bl-
I mean, all this shit is really simple
How you fucking on the same bitch that you simp for? (Kyle you a bitch)
How you getting beat by a boy that look like a Winslow?
How you fucking drop to Nintendo extendos?
Driving in the rent slow, fly a fucking sling by your window
We ain't ever put these arms akimbo
Snatching up your bimbos (Then what?)
Then I pass 'em to the kinfolk
Going stupid tapping on the temple, yeah

[Outro]
Shit pisser on the Glock .32 shots
Deacon turned demon Pull up on his block, we gon' bop (Bop bop)
Jug shit up out his shop and we don't stop (Hold on, run it back real quick like)
Shit pisser on the Glock .32 shots
Deacon turned demon Pull up on his block, we gon' bop (Bop bop)
He ain't keeping nothing left if he a opp