Kal Banx, Smino, Buddy - HOP OUT CHO FEELINGS lyrics
Kal Banx [Kalon Berry] Dallas, Texas/LA, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
Smino [Christopher Smith Jr.] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
Simmie Sims III [Pastor PassTheBlunt] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Texas producer Kal Banx gained recognition through his collaborations with artists from the "Dreamville" and "TDE" labels, and has also worked with Denzel Curry, Jorja Smith, IDK, and Baby Keem. Last Friday, he released a jazz-influenced track titled "HOP OUT CHO FEELINS," featuring Buddy and Smino, with whom Kal Banx has collaborated multiple times.
[Kal Banx, Smino, Buddy - HOP OUT CHO FEELINGS lyrics]
[Intro, Buddy]
Yeah
Know what I’m sayin’
I just [_]
Real Westside shit, Compton nigga
You already know what I’m talking ‘bout
[Verse 1, Buddy & Smino]
Mm, ay yeah
Pull up with a thang or two
Yeah, you know what I came to do
Uh, slide down the avenue
Yeah, did what I had to do
Oh, diffident flavors
Yeah, pick your favorite
Yeah, key shit player
Ooh, thinkin bout running for mayor
Looking at the Lakers, assalamu alaikum
Wa alaikum salaam, why thank you
We’re the realest niggas alive
Hi hater, bye hater
Bye hater
Bye Felicia, not today
Not tomorrow either
Shit look though
[Verse 2, Smino]
It’s a lot of vacant houses
Whole city like a [_]
Make the block look snaggletooth
[_]
North St. Lousy Lou
Tryna kill bills off a dollar meal
Really will fix your whole attitude
Been rapping about the real since a lil nigga
Nigga imagine if I had a booth
I was only nine years old when I found my soul
Cuz had me in the booth [_]
First shit I ever wrote shorty blood
Had the whole block posted
Everybody tweaking off the vocals
Antisocial I’m posted I’m like Roddy
I can’t cope I don’t know could be anxiety
First line was about my nigga [_]
Just heard that he died on the last Friday
I’m fucked up
[Chorus, Smino]
Hop out ‘cho feelins
Uh hop out them feelins
Come hop off the ceiling
I want you to get high with me (Get high)
Come slide with me (Come slide)
Oh I got a feelin’ get it crackin’ like acrylic
In the back yeah chillin’ wit cha
I want you to get high with me (High)
Come slide with me (Slide)
[Verse 3, Smino]
I just want a buttercream beamer
With an R&B diva
Slide straight to the [_]
Lil freaky lil thick thang keep a nigga bussin’
Got her fucking up her knee
Like she signed to Adidas
Ever since a young nigga I’ve been a leader
Always sat down on the pledge of allegiance
Badass kid to the public but to me
I’m like fuck it one day motherfuckers gon’ see it
Just took the kush out the ziplock
Watching Love and Hip Hop
Meanwhile a few channels down the block
They getting rocked by the punk ass cops
I can’t believe what I seen with my eyes
So now a days i’m gonna look
To the sky and manifest anything I need
Any pussy any weed any plug on a power trip
Fuck a plug when the whole team the power strip
No love to these niggas tryna politic
Got my guys already got my queen already
How I sound already how my songs already
Got to master how a nigga not on already
On god, take it day by day
Pussy with my vices money in my safe
Cash going up as I elevate
I was down bad now I’m hella straight
[Chorus, Smino]
Hop out ‘cho feelins, uh hop out them feelins
Come hop off the ceiling
I want you to get high with me (Get high)
Come slide with me (Come slide)
Oh I got a feelin’ get it crackin’ like acrylic
In the back yeah chillin’ wit cha
I want you to get high with me (High)
Come slide with me (Slide)
[Refrain, Smino]
You said you don’t smoke
You said you don’t smoke
But you were gon’ try with me
Don’t you dare get paranoid girl
I’m hot on asteroid
Plus I keep that nine on me
(Don’t try, doo doo doo doo)
[Outro, Smino]
Shit
Niggas puttin’ fades
On the beat and I ain’t done, you feel
Aight bro, let this bitch ride for like a minute
My nigga Kal my country cousin
Northside Saint Louis shit
All the way down in Dallas
That’s how we doin’ shit, you feel
And on my mama, my mama told me
I’m that nigga, so fuck what y’all say
Nigga came a long mother fucking way
Castro Drive you feel me
Bermuda road all that shit Northside Saint Louis
Right there off 75th
Shit I made like 70k off the festival
So every time I see the number 70
I just feel blessed you feel me
I might even get a
Yeah
Know what I’m sayin’
I just [_]
Real Westside shit, Compton nigga
You already know what I’m talking ‘bout
[Verse 1, Buddy & Smino]
Mm, ay yeah
Pull up with a thang or two
Yeah, you know what I came to do
Uh, slide down the avenue
Yeah, did what I had to do
Oh, diffident flavors
Yeah, pick your favorite
Yeah, key shit player
Ooh, thinkin bout running for mayor
Looking at the Lakers, assalamu alaikum
Wa alaikum salaam, why thank you
We’re the realest niggas alive
Hi hater, bye hater
Bye hater
Bye Felicia, not today
Not tomorrow either
Shit look though
[Verse 2, Smino]
It’s a lot of vacant houses
Whole city like a [_]
Make the block look snaggletooth
[_]
North St. Lousy Lou
Tryna kill bills off a dollar meal
Really will fix your whole attitude
Been rapping about the real since a lil nigga
Nigga imagine if I had a booth
I was only nine years old when I found my soul
Cuz had me in the booth [_]
First shit I ever wrote shorty blood
Had the whole block posted
Everybody tweaking off the vocals
Antisocial I’m posted I’m like Roddy
I can’t cope I don’t know could be anxiety
First line was about my nigga [_]
Just heard that he died on the last Friday
I’m fucked up
[Chorus, Smino]
Hop out ‘cho feelins
Uh hop out them feelins
Come hop off the ceiling
I want you to get high with me (Get high)
Come slide with me (Come slide)
Oh I got a feelin’ get it crackin’ like acrylic
In the back yeah chillin’ wit cha
I want you to get high with me (High)
Come slide with me (Slide)
[Verse 3, Smino]
I just want a buttercream beamer
With an R&B diva
Slide straight to the [_]
Lil freaky lil thick thang keep a nigga bussin’
Got her fucking up her knee
Like she signed to Adidas
Ever since a young nigga I’ve been a leader
Always sat down on the pledge of allegiance
Badass kid to the public but to me
I’m like fuck it one day motherfuckers gon’ see it
Just took the kush out the ziplock
Watching Love and Hip Hop
Meanwhile a few channels down the block
They getting rocked by the punk ass cops
I can’t believe what I seen with my eyes
So now a days i’m gonna look
To the sky and manifest anything I need
Any pussy any weed any plug on a power trip
Fuck a plug when the whole team the power strip
No love to these niggas tryna politic
Got my guys already got my queen already
How I sound already how my songs already
Got to master how a nigga not on already
On god, take it day by day
Pussy with my vices money in my safe
Cash going up as I elevate
I was down bad now I’m hella straight
[Chorus, Smino]
Hop out ‘cho feelins, uh hop out them feelins
Come hop off the ceiling
I want you to get high with me (Get high)
Come slide with me (Come slide)
Oh I got a feelin’ get it crackin’ like acrylic
In the back yeah chillin’ wit cha
I want you to get high with me (High)
Come slide with me (Slide)
[Refrain, Smino]
You said you don’t smoke
You said you don’t smoke
But you were gon’ try with me
Don’t you dare get paranoid girl
I’m hot on asteroid
Plus I keep that nine on me
(Don’t try, doo doo doo doo)
[Outro, Smino]
Shit
Niggas puttin’ fades
On the beat and I ain’t done, you feel
Aight bro, let this bitch ride for like a minute
My nigga Kal my country cousin
Northside Saint Louis shit
All the way down in Dallas
That’s how we doin’ shit, you feel
And on my mama, my mama told me
I’m that nigga, so fuck what y’all say
Nigga came a long mother fucking way
Castro Drive you feel me
Bermuda road all that shit Northside Saint Louis
Right there off 75th
Shit I made like 70k off the festival
So every time I see the number 70
I just feel blessed you feel me
I might even get a
