Hop Out

[Intro]
They gon' feel this shit, this shit is hard, on God
(Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)
Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Take a loss, get it back
Park on the side of the trap (Woah)
Hop out, big bags (What?)
Oh, you thought we was runnin' out? (Woah)
Put a lot of packs in the suitcase
Trap nigga cooked twenty racks off a mixtape
Brick came in, it was duct-taped (What?)
Every night, go to sleep with my AK (Yeah)
Bad bitch diggin' my feng shui (Woah)
Send off the money, I pull up at Chase (Woah)
Sippin' on Wock' and I pop me a Percocet just to go chase it (Woah, yeah)
There he go talkin' his shit again (Yeah)
There he go, he hit a brick again (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain't gotta go hit me no lick
Trap zone, sit in the trap and gеt rich (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Break down exotic, I'm smokin' Biscotti
Sеllin' Biscotti, used to sell Bobby
Whitney gon' spend all her money tomorrow
I'm tryna stay ahead just for the model
Pray for the best, prepare for the worst
Charge you a pound for a verse (Woah)
I'm tryna re-up, these niggas tryna keep up
Bitch, I be workin' the first (Woah)
And I been broke before (Yeah)
I kiss a pint like the mistletoe (Yeah)
Me, ATM did the give-and-go (Yeah)
Circle the block and I get him gone (Yeah)
DJ finna make him a mil' out the 'partments
I told him I'm ridin', I'm with him
Quay, he gon' break him a bitch
And he gon' hit me up when he land in the city (Woah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Take a loss, get it back
Park on the side of the trap (Woah)
Hop out, big bags (What?)
Oh, you thought we was runnin' out? (Woah)
Put a lot of packs in the suitcase
Trap nigga cooked twenty racks off a mixtape
Brick came in, it was duct-taped (What?)
Every night, go to sleep with my AK (Yeah)
Bad bitch diggin' my feng shui (Woah)
Send off the money, I pull up at Chase (Woah)
Sippin' on Wock' and I pop me a Percocet just to go chase it (Woah, yeah)
There he go talkin' his shit again (Yeah)
There he go, he hit a brick again (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain't gotta go hit me no lick
Trap zone, sit in the trap and get rich (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Got another line on the work
Two, three phones 'cause a nigga be workin'
Need another Sprite, so I got off on Perkys
Make another profit, yeah, that's my purpose
Trap zone, bitch, so you gotta be cautious
Two sticks on me, end up in a coffin (Yeah)
Exotic keepin' me coughin' (Yeah)
Collect all my money like an offering (Yeah)
Doggin' the Wock', smokin' the Runtz
Backwoods, yeah, for my blunt (Yeah)
Pocket rocket, this a Glock (Woah)
My lil' man sittin' on the top of the block
Pay him just to watch for the narcs (Yeah)
Make another play, so I keep me a clock (Woah)
Break it down, then you spend a dub on a watch (Woah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Take a loss, get it back
Park on the side of the trap (Woah)
Hop out, big bags (What?)
Oh, you thought we was runnin' out? (Woah)
Put a lot of packs in the suitcase (Woah)
Trap nigga cooked twenty racks off a mixtape
Brick came in, it was duct-taped (What?)
Every night, go to sleep with my AK (Yeah)
Bad bitch diggin' my feng shui (Woah)
Send off the money, I pull up at Chase (Woah)
Sippin' on Wock' and I pop me a Percocet just to go chase it (Woah, yeah)
There he go talkin' his shit again (Yeah)
There he go, he hit a brick again (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain't gotta go hit me no lick
Trap zone, sit in the trap and get rich