COME HOOP

[Intro]
(Shit, what up, Kaio? This beat hard as hell)
(Floaty, turn that shit up)

[Verse 1: FWC Big Key & 392 Lil Head]
Izzo JOG, I'm out the roof when I shoot niggas (I'm out the whip)
Stop all that dissin' in them songs, come and hoop with us (Come hoop)
She wanna fuck us all, I just sent that bitch a group picture (Belt Gang)
Whole gang got a deal, you don't know who richer (We all up)
I'm up three hundred, nigga, what the fuck is eighty bands? (Huh?)
Just blew down on an opp and I'm with Baby Head
Nigga, catch a hat for the gang if you say we mans
Another opp just got smoked, that shit made me—
You better think about your life before you troll me
Finna take a nigga kit, we call them bitches trophies (We got a lot)
My nephew graduate this year, he get a Rollie (What up, neph'?)
He was a hotboy, we left that nigga lonely (Yop)
Huh, yeah, what the fuck, nigga?
Let me see an opp without a step, he gettin' stunk, nigga (No cap)
Your mans in the county, Ashton Kutcher, gettin' punked, nigga (He a bitch)
Bitch, we run the city, get money, and fuck bitches
You'll get bust for real (Yeah)
Tay B, I'm up for real (Yeah)
This shit ain't luck, it's skill (Nope)
Another kill
I'll shoot a nigga face off (No cap)
The chop like a poolstick, nigga, I'm with 8Ball (Lil Head)

[Verse 2: 392 Lil Head]
Yeah, cuz was my mans 'til I ate dog (Let me get that)
At the 'nino, still gon' shoot a nigga face off (Man, come here)
Niggas trollin' on the 'Gram, man, I hate y'all (Fuckin' lames)
Opps was Jump Out Gang, now he can't jog (He's paralyzed)
Everybody totin', niggas better not try us (At all)
Back then, Morg used to hoop, now he got five-plus (Now he got five hats, nigga)
Opps treat me like a coach, I get 'em fired up (Brrt, brrt)
If you want a switch and chain, better sign to us (24)
Yeah, we got dirt bikes (Yeah), we got ATVs (Yeah)
Me and Izzo just turned down a deal with ABC
Lame trollin' on the 'Gram, now he can't see (One eye)
Man, my other opp dead, I know he hate me (I swear to God)
I see an opp and we in church, I'ma up on him (No cap)
They scared to tell the fans the score 'cause we up on it (Nigga)
You still shootin' out the whips, boy, get up on 'em (Come here)
Me and Key hit that bitch, you put cuffs on it (Hah, hah)

[Outro: 392 Lil Head]
Nigga, Belt Gang
24
Yeah
Belt Gang, yeah
Nigga