Chinx - Hoppin’ lyrics
[Chinx - Hoppin’ lyrics]
I be hoppin' on that money
I be hoppin' on your bitch
She be hoppin' out them clothes just
To hop up on this dick
I be hoppin' out that plane just
To hop up in that whip
I gets it poppin' every time
My nigga hop up on my dick
Roll one, pop a pill and pour it up
Roll one, pop a pill and pour it up
Roll one, pop a pill and pour it up
Roll one, pop a pill and pour it up
I got goons on my left
I got G's all in my right
Got drink all in my cup got
Your bitch all in my sight
We be mobbin' like a mother fucker don't we
Fuck nigga actin' way too familiar
He don't know me
Pour the stuff and get the pills
Style on niggas for the thrill
Try and infiltrate
Long ass nozzle in your grill
All my real niggas feel me though
Bitch can you hear me, huh?
Unloyal niggas start to wear you down
The wear and tear is crucial
Niggas claim they love you boy
Ain't none them niggas truthful
Sometimes it's better to be neutral
I got tatts all over my skin
Got your bitch all on in my lap boy
I'm back on my shit
Coke boy what's happenin'
New coupe on Rodeo Drive
Tryna and find me a bad
Bitch that don't tell lies
But the chance of that, that's slim to none
Fuck it I'm smokin'
Already on my second lung
Gettin' money, countin' ends
Different flavors, i be hoppin' in
Still throwin' my gang up
Them fuck niggas gon' hang up
They peep up how I came up
Posted with the same cup
But niggas they don't love you
No more, no more, no morewhen
You getting money and you stay
On the road, the road, the road
I be hoppin' on your bitch
She be hoppin' out them clothes just
To hop up on this dick
I be hoppin' out that plane just
To hop up in that whip
I gets it poppin' every time
My nigga hop up on my dick
Roll one, pop a pill and pour it up
Roll one, pop a pill and pour it up
Roll one, pop a pill and pour it up
Roll one, pop a pill and pour it up
I got goons on my left
I got G's all in my right
Got drink all in my cup got
Your bitch all in my sight
We be mobbin' like a mother fucker don't we
Fuck nigga actin' way too familiar
He don't know me
Pour the stuff and get the pills
Style on niggas for the thrill
Try and infiltrate
Long ass nozzle in your grill
All my real niggas feel me though
Bitch can you hear me, huh?
Unloyal niggas start to wear you down
The wear and tear is crucial
Niggas claim they love you boy
Ain't none them niggas truthful
Sometimes it's better to be neutral
I got tatts all over my skin
Got your bitch all on in my lap boy
I'm back on my shit
Coke boy what's happenin'
New coupe on Rodeo Drive
Tryna and find me a bad
Bitch that don't tell lies
But the chance of that, that's slim to none
Fuck it I'm smokin'
Already on my second lung
Gettin' money, countin' ends
Different flavors, i be hoppin' in
Still throwin' my gang up
Them fuck niggas gon' hang up
They peep up how I came up
Posted with the same cup
But niggas they don't love you
No more, no more, no morewhen
You getting money and you stay
On the road, the road, the road