Hopping Out Bussin

[Intro: T Slick 166]
Frr, frr
Go
Frr, frr, frr
(Ayo, Hustler, we gotta stack that guap, fool)
Go, go, go

[Verse 1: T Slick 166]
I got that name Slick for bein' quick and makin' bodies lock (No bap)
Last nigga played, can't say they name, huh, just know they body dropped
You play, get turned into a day, we smoke you and your buddy part (Rrah, rrah)
Oh, he got twenty-two out the Drac', bouncin' out, chasin' niggas all down they block
These Mike Amiri, but they call 'em skates (Bleed), I got your bitch lookin' all at my knot
Lil Scoom bounce out with an ARP, I bounce out swingin' this switch at top (Go, go)

[Verse 2: Lil Scoom89]
Bad as fuck, when I was thirteen, I was tryna chase an opp (Come here, come here)
Mind on the bread, shoulders on head, mama told me can't chase a bop
Man, fuck a switch, this brand-new blick came with a beam, can't duck a dot (Come here, where you goin'?)
We bounced on him, brr, bah, he was yellin', "Ah" when he got shot (Grrah)
I never knew at seventeen I'd like diamonds on my watch
We used to fight, got tired of that, stacked up the funds and grabbed the Glock
I know one opp who got caught out of bounds and one died on the block (Come here, come here)
Pulled down my mask, I get on ass, check one up top and pop my lock (Grrah)
Believin' her lies, but still on point 'cause I can't get doored by a bop
Was talkin' shit, dissin' on live, we caught his ass, put him on Fox
He was thinkin' with his dick and caught up with him, died with his cock (Come here, come here)
Out in the 'burbs, we jump the curb, got out of there, 12 tried to box (Skrrt, skrrt)
I like freaky bitches, nasty hoes who sloppy with the top (Sloppy)
Call me Mr. Button, hop out bustin', brr, at his top (Grrah)